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Lunch was totally not enough food, so I’m still hungry.

My mother reads my livejournal. I wonder if she knew before I wrote that bit about E that I’d ever done any of that? Probably did… or maybe just suspected… or something. Then again, I gave all of my handwritten journals to my mom to take back with her when she was visiting, so she could read them. I wonder if she did? That’s a few years worth of messed-up-ness right there…

so mom, anything you wanted to ask me about?