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I was going to be all excited about my computer being fixed, or all pensive about the replication and enforcement of traditional gender roles ("Beauty is pain, honey" and "You're a boy, that's what you're supposed to look like"), but, dude. I got tapes today - Due South episodes from Kellie Matthews, and PG and CKR movies from AuKestrel, and after much excitement and bouncing and happiness, I settled down and watched Cold Comfort, and.

Gave me the jibblies. So. I'm gonna put off the rest of the journaling and go watch some DS now, and try to remember that it was only pretend, and Stephen's had lots of therapy and is okay by now. Surely.