Odessa is doing better. The wound is completely healed, and she appears to have stopped with the freaky eyeblood. She's going out more frequently too.
Me, I'm.. okay, I guess. Lots of stress about my economic situation, mixed feelings about trying to get a job, despair regarding my room. I seriously need to start throwing shit away.
It must be over two weeks since the vile one was last here, and I'm starting to feel more at ease. I no longer feel the need to lock my room just for going to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. I can clean the bathroom and not seethe with resentment. I don't have to keep meticulous inventory of all the food I have in the fridge. Still want my own place, but this isn't all that bad.. for now.
I'll probably post to the Guardians filter soon, if I can get around to writing up the post. It's an unpleasant subject to me, so I've been putting it off for about a week now. And that would be.. ::looks at monthly view:: ..the third non-public post of this year.
