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I was promised hugging. There has been none. This was my first week of doing my stress management group and my bereavement group. I'm thinking of adding a cognitive behavioural group at the moment. I'm cultivating a tyler durden-esque existence for myself. There's crying, but definitely no hugging yet. I think I need me some bob and some bitchtits. I find comfort in tits.

I'm pretty exhausted at the moment. Tonight Jess and I are going to a benefit concert put on by one of our ex-menno counselors. It should be fun. After that I'm going to stop by and visit my faux-nephews. But I'm pretty hesitant since there is a huge epidemic of this terrible 48 hour gastrointestinal virus wiping out all the Guel-jivers. Apparently in my faux-nephew's residence there have been over 300 cases. So yeah, going in there is not my top order of business. The outbreak is actually a pretty decently big deal. There are posters all over campus, they e-mailed every student, and it was on the news tonight, yowza. Hopefully my magical cleanse has rendered my immune system invincible.