Progress!

I seem to have finally thrown off the shackles of oppressive illness. 3,399 in the past three days. And I've made some progress with Liz and her childhood trauma--or in this case, adolescent trauma. Alex has generally been a darling boy today and deserves some sort of character-treat. Oh, wait, he's about to get laid...

Sustenance: dates & brie--it's a party in my mouth!
Tyop du jour: She sank into a chair, crossing her legs with a haint hiss of stockings.
Darling du jour: And the wine, though nothing to write home about, was a step above the Chateau Screwtop usually offered at university functions.