I got my nose pierced. I went to tribal belly dancing for the first time in two weeks today. It's too bad it's cancelled next week, I really need it some days.

I saw Scott today. He seems worried, leaning towards me and his eyebrows wrinkling up when I talk about how I feel about myself, about my brother, and about food and what control means to me. He shakes his head because I have left him speechless. We both go around in circles every session, me and him. I feel sorry for him because even when I'm willing to open up finally, he's baffled sometimes.