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Former house mate N texted last night to see if I wanted to go to Macy's with him so he could use his gift card. At first I wasn't sure whether I wanted to go out, but I'm really glad I did; I had a really good time socializing over shopping.

We looked thoroughly through the deep discount sections. Nathan found a fantastic pair of white fringed pants. I found a few things myself. I have galaxy-patterned leggings that I kept not buying online because they were pricy. Yay! I have a pair of grey, floral-patterned socks too. I need more cute socks.

Perhaps best, I found a couple of more femme garments that I might actually wear in day-to-day life! I saw a top with really pretty bell sleeves. It was too small, but the sleeves inspired me to look specifically through the racks for tops with long and interesting sleeves and without a dipping collar. I bought two tunic-length tops/dresses with elbow-length bell sleeves. I'd prefer longer, but it's ok; I really like them! I got one black and one maroon; I'll post a picture later.

I'm feeling inspired to start thrift-hunting for more tops with longer bell sleeves. They feel ethereal in a sixties sort of way, and may be a good way for me to branch out into clothing more like the stuff I've always wanted to wear.

And, it being Macy's, we both got little boxes of Frango Mints. Mmmm.

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I tracked down the correct contact with my insurance and confirmed that the therapist I met a couple weeks ago is covered by my plan. It came as a big relief. I had a deep depressive spell the Friday evening I got the email from them (the therapist) saying my insurance said they didn't cover psychotherapy. For much of the weekend I was in that state I've come to know too well of having no motivation to do anything except overeat.

It was a hard blow for two reasons. First, I really liked the therapist at our first meeting and thought we could be a good fit, so it felt like a directly personal loss. Second, after meeting a therapist specifically to talk about things that have significantly limited me for years, then being told I wasn't allowed to see them, I started catastrophizing about spending another five or ten years not knowing how to pursue the things I want.

I was mostly better for work on Monday, but hearing on Thursday (I think) that insurance would work after all and that I hadn't completely failed at reading the documents and they hadn't lied to me about what I was entitled to felt like a reprieve from a mental prison. So starting next week, I'll be visiting them on Wednesdays after work.

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And in other, less serious, news, I dropped into Goodwill on the way home from taking Piper to the shelter and found a 24" monitor for $10. Bigger than any of the three connected to my system at home, and, at seven years old, considerably newer too. I can see lots more of my Factorio map at once!