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I think I've said it before but I love Valentines I even have a version of one tattooed on my arm. I made Ronald a cute Valentine yesterday and I will post pictures of it on Flickr soon.

I'm feeling good again today which is strange. I rarely have two good days in a row but am hoping this will continue. I have therapy this morning so I'm anticipating this good feeling won't last long since therapy is one of the hardest things I do every week. I dread it with a passion but I do it because I know I have to if I want to get better.

Yesterday I went to the bookstore and bought some books for my upcoming birthday. A miniature book of Sylvia Plath's poems to keep in my purse of course. I am rather addicted to her and poetry in general. I also bought a novel that Shannon suggested and a calender where you write something positive about yourself every day. I also thought I could use the calender as a mood log and start tracking my good and bad days. I love buying books. I stand at the giant shelves in my polka dot ballerina flats and peek at all the shy books smooshed together in awkward and colorful clumps, and I pick and choose quite lavishly. Book shopping is really one of my favorite things.

I still am having bad dreams. I wake up a few times every night terrified. Last night it was that we were in Haiti during the earthquake and everyone was dying, also that my dad was being chased by a brown bear, I wonder if I was the bear? Chasing him for attention and to let out my rage.