Gastrointestinal Issues

I wonder if there's some psychological thing going on with me lately. By this season, I'm usually constantly consciously hungry. Hunger signals seem to have gotten much more easily ignored or not perceived. Then the stomach makes a lot of noise to compensate. But it has been making a lot of noises regardless, for some reason. Perhaps this is an inherited trait that is just starting to show through?

I still eat and want to eat, but knowledge/perception of the hungry-satisfied-full boundary seem to have faded quite a bit.

It's slightly worrying.

I'm so glad she seems

better.
aware.
wants to move on.
moving on?

Was not aware I had been holding my breath until now.
Wish I were better at it.

Eyes and a finger.

The inner fold of my eyelids are a little further in (both eyes!) today. It gave the illusion of wider eyes, but on closer inspection, my eyes now look a little strange, like some barely noticeable make up. The down side is the utter weariness below the eyes that most certainly accompanies the double lids above.

I think it's time for some long overdue mud skin care tomorrow. Before I go over to dinner because I won't get back until the next day, probably. Curses, Stockholm syndrome!

In related news, I chopped off a small chuck of my left index finger nail making dinner. A tenth of a millimetre deeper would have meant pain and a bloody finger. Thank you, nails.

In other news, brain is about to go 'splody from all the astronomy, astrophysics, and astrobiology concepts and terms, even if it's just wiki.

I think...I might be doing better. But that's only because there's someone who keeps me in line. We're half way through this already; I found myself afraid to let go of that crutch. It's comfortable. And not so lonely.

A little afraid to get comfortable.

'Cus, hey, socially hesitant and unsure is not exactly new, is it?