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Bumdom Day 2

Okay, so I did take a few pictures today, but I don't feel like getting them off the camera right now. Although not as exciting as yesterday, this was still blissful. I woke up again with the sky bright with the sunrise. (This is delightful for me since I usually drive to work in the dark.)

I realized that I needed some short sleeve t-shirts, so I stopped by my favorite GAP Outlet. I love this place. What's better than getting GAP t-shirts for $6 each? I washed the sheets from my bed, straightened around the house, put away my shoes and the clothes that were washed last week, played with the dogs, picked up my computer cord, listened to my iPod, talked to my mother and grandmother, and tried to find out what soap is best for eczema.

I did manage to write 2500 words of my new short story. The working title is now, "In Search of Mandrakes." It's still evolving. The sisters are starting to reveal themselves to me. They are all faced with lives they wish were different, and they approach their current situations in very different ways. One feels the need to maintain a facade of perfection. Another retreats and secludes herself. The other is a little more open, but doesn't have someone to be open with. The ending right now is tragic, but it seems to be the very real consequence of their actions. I keep going back to this idea that life is messy, and that's just what it is.

Ah...so back to my messy (and itchy) life.

Comments

Christy said…
Hey - try Cetaphil face wash. Or is the eczema on other parts? I have it pretty bad. I found that if I eliminate dairy from my diet (no small feat, though), it clears right up. But in the absence of abstention, that's the best wash I've found. Also, try their moisturizer. They probably make regular soap too...
frabjouspoet said…
Good to know. I actually ended up getting the Aveeno moisturizing bar. My eczema is around my elbows, knees, and ankles. My favorite face soap is a castile soap with tea tree oil. I get it at Chamberlains. It has worked wonders on my face.

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