My first day at the new job.

Took longer than I thought to walk there-almost an hour, nice walk though.

Three massages, cool people-clients and fellow practitioners.

I gave an excited, jittery bridegroom a massage. He dozed off under the heat lamps and my hands... It was a good massage, in fact he told me it was the best one he'd ever had! That was nice to hear.

They had a party afterwards, to say goodbye to some folks who are leaving the place. It was rather serendipitous, gave me a nice way to say hiya, on my first day at the job.

They seem like real sweet people. I hope I can just chill and fit in, nice and easy and mellowlike. I still feel kind of...threadbare? Not all here, I guess. It feels like people can see that about me, that I'm sundered like in this book I'm reading to Sam, 'The Subtle Knife'(it's the second book in Phillip Pullmans trilogy and just as rivetting as the first)-the characters have daemons, who are animals, but also are their souls and beloved companions. The evil Mrs Coulter has found a way to sever people from their daemons, it doesn't kill them, just leaves them sundered, heartless... It's an amazingly good read-Sam and I have been on the edge of our seats(figuratively, of course, really we are usually snuggled in bed) throughout the gripping tale with it's courageous child protagonists going up against religious zealots and arcane magic, it gets pretty deep at times, but never ceases to entertain, amuse and inspire. I'm surprised Sam likes it so much, some of the heroic death scenes have even choked me up a few times.

Took the bus home, the Ave is kinda scarey at night yo, for a single girl, anyway. Lots of wierdodruggedfreakylookingyellingcreepyenergy stuff going on. Don't like that much.