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I got lots of sleep and I slept without ambien. If only I'd put in the tongue stabilizer before I crashed out. Oh well. My brain is functioning and so I actually wrote quite a bit and I think I'm tentatively pleased with it.

Aegis, draft v:

29384 / 68500 words. 43% done!

We missed meditation class last week so we didn't know the Lama wouldn't be there tonight. The guy who made me think of The Prince of Darkness standing behind me subbed again tonight. Last time I could barely keep a straight face and not laughing was very hard.

I'm having hay fever and I felt very odd before class. And for some reason I was flooded with incredible despair during his first meditation--the same on that made me think of Satan last time. And I fucking cried. I tried so hard not to. But big fat tears kept rolling down my face. Thankfully I had a travel pack kleenex in my bag.

And the same wacko woman praised him again, but apparently no Vestal Virgins came and held her like last time. And the man kept asking if anyone had a hard time with it and I know he wanted me to speak up, but I just couldn't. There was no way I was going to share that with him and I was pretty sure I would burst into tears if I opened my mouth. So I just stared at the floor until it was over.

Poor David. He felt so bad about it, but it is totally not his fault. Our fourth anniversary is tomorrow, but he is going to a bachelor party after work. We're going out to dinner on Friday to celebrate. Four years. And I love him more than I did then. Amazing.