Indigestible

That's what I'm feeling right now, that something I've swallowed isn't digestible. I'm talking about the feeling in my stomach that is still with me 3 days after someone ignored my pleas to stop talking about Marshall in front of me. My therapist suggested that maybe this person has not accepted the fact that Marshall and Ihave split up. I kinda want to avoid this person because I know if I try to tell him that he hurt me badly, he'll come back with more reasons to justify what he did. It's not really actually possible for me to avoid him, seeing as how we are in the same community and live in the same neighborhood. Maybe I'll send him an email first, I just have to do something about the fist in my stomach.

I'm considering ending the blog. My treatment is almost over . . . and all the excitement is about to end. I'll be sure to write in my blog when it will be the end of the show, give some warning.

Back to painting. A black built-in bookcase in my kitchen has already sucked in 2 coats of primer and it needs one more, then I will paint it a soft yellow.