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I am a narcissist. At least according to the DSM-IV. My psychologist laughed it off at the time and said that the diagnostic criteria was very vague and that a lot of people would qualify as such, but it suits me to be a narcissist. So I've decided I am one.
Anyway, my arm is much better, thank you all of you who offered hugs and yaoi/slash boy love. I'm enjoying my new splint, probably because I'm glad it isn't a cast. This Friday I find out if I need one. So wish me luck, because I do NOT want a cast.
The move is going well, although I just found out I have to sell my car because my mom can't keep it here, and obviously with the broken arm I shall no longer be able to drive it across country. Sigh. Fine then.
to whom it may concern . . .I want to see Scoop, which one of you rabid fangirls wants to go watch Hugh Jackman prance about in a Woody Allen film?