I have been feeling particularly trans-rational lately, although I could not put my finger on that exact terminology before the cover story at Salon. Then I put my finger all over it, and it felt good. Speaking of feeling good, I have been using a new moisturizer, which leaves my face a gooey mess but soft and smooth and radiant underneath.

At the therapist today, we discussed how my medication has left all of my less productive compulsions and phobias intact but thankfully robbed me of all of those pesky impulses to go to the gym or floss my teeth or watch what I eat. This stuff is like America in a bottle. No solutions were reached, but I did spill scalding tea all over my hands, which I interpreted as a sign from the trans-rational universe not to get too cocky over my radiant new skin. I have so much to learn.