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Spent yesterday in bed and doped up, warding off cramps and knee pain from that goddamned luggage cart. Feh. Read a bunch:

--Eerie Queerie is fucking awful. It's like Yu Yu Hakusho, if YYK had no writing, art, story conception, character design, or heart. It's meant to be explicitly yaoi, but YYH even manages to be much, much gayer. Maybe it's all the pomade. You know you're in trouble when the back-up story is better than the ongoing series.

--Read a couple of Enid Blyton's Naughtiest Girl books. Man, she makes Angela Brazil look like Mickey Spillane.

--Thing on self-mutilation which had a bunch of really helpful tips was harrowing as fuck. Also, when I first typed that, I typed "mutilization." I could be President!

Sharon's Juri doll now has a head attached.