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The pain from yesterday was so intense that when it was gone, it felt weird to not be in pain. Very strange. It didn't come back for the rest of the day so I guess I am ok.

Work was pleasantly uneventful after that. Unfortunately I had to rely on public transportation to get home. A combination of buses breaking down in bad places and a woman dancing on the top of her car made for a very long ride home.

For dinner, I steamed string beans from our veggie share and covered with in noodles and mushroom sauce. It actually looked like food. And it filled me up quite well.

I tried to go to bed after that but a certain little dog was feeling better and wanted to play. She kept rolling around on the bed pawing at me and kissing my nose. I had to stay awake and lavish her with attention.

While doing that, I watched several disney shows on the travel channel. The one on cruises made me want to go on a disney cruise. They have a magic dining room! It starts off in black and white, but during your dinner it gradually turns full color! Magic! Also, the private disney island is now home to they Flying Dutchman used in the last two PotC movies. You can get a raft and ride out to the dune they grounded it on.

This morning I experienced continued frustration over the lack of trains to take me to work. All this week, the trains have been running every 5-10 minutes instead of their normal 3-5 minutes. This may not seem like a big deal unless you are aware of how many people are trying to get on these trains. I had to let THREE trains go by because they were all full!

The love and adoration email this morning cheered me up a little bit. But then I had to deal with incompetent art company again so I am cranky. I would chew my nails off in frustration had I not been smart enough to pack carrots today. I worry what will happen when I run out.

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My parents want to visit. They want to deliver my grandma's couch. I have been unsuccessful at talking them out of this. I keep suggesting that ben and I can come pick it up, but my mother has been adamant.

So far I've managed to stall for time. They wanted to come at the end of the month or beginning of next month, but I have the book festival that weekend. Followed by the green festival the weekend after that. And then I am going to visit them in florida the weekend after that. So I'm safe for about a month.

Realistically, there is no way my parents don't know about my living situation. I've been here for...2 years? It would be impossible for me to still be staying in a friend's parent's spare room. And besides, they are aware that all my mail goes to ben's address and they only ever call ben's place when they need to reach me. So they must know, right?

If they know, there's not reason to panic. Cause they've had time to get over their murderous feelings. And I have proven them wrong in every way when they told me girls who move in with boys are just being used. (Ben proposed to me about a year ago.) Or that girls who move in with boys end up pregnant. (Clearly I am not.)

I can't shake the pure terror I feel though. What if they somehow don't know and this becomes a shock to them? Doooooom....