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(1) Guitar class was fine once I got over my anxiety and actually went in. The shyness is getting to be onerous and, honestly, just walking in the door was the hardest part. I always forget, though, that people actually seem to like me - like, I was shocked how welcome I felt there, and that's something that's happened before, where I've been really anxious about inserting myself into a situation and then been surprised by how wanted I felt there. And if I look at things objectively I can say that, generally, people like me OK, seem to enjoy or at least amiably tolerate time spent in my company. So why do I often feel so afraid of initiating contact with new people that I cut myself off from opportunities? Clearly, I have issues.

Anyway, my left-hand fingers are still a little swollen but I cut off all the nails on my left hand last night so I shouldn't have to apply quite so much pressure now. D chord is a bitch with any kind of nails.

(2) Finished a scarf for Marc last night, a 2x2 rib knit in a soy/wool self-stripe in shades of blue.

(3) I want to write, just little messy ficlets to get my hands dirty again. Thinking about 14valentines, thinking about some kind of pre-bitchinparty ficlet-a-day March extravaganza, actively looking around for other challenges. I just need to get back in there, and maybe structure will help. *sigh*

I need a Torchwood icon, but for now, appreciate the Fourth Doctor homage icon

Just back from a ritual Torchwood viewing chez ellen_fremedon & sanj. It's good to have fangirls a three-block walk away, and it's a luxury I haven't taken nearly enough advantage of. ♥

( Cut for squee on the assumption that not everybody on the flist is either British or a lawbreaking download whore. Ahem. *fires up MegaUpload* )