Well.

[daltong]

In other news, my net connection was down all day, and a horrible black storm chased me from over the mountain as I was coming home from lunch and I made it inside just as it broke into hail. I half-believed it was the Rapture and that I was going to die alone in bed

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[chaoticset]

The crest of depression broke for me several hours ago while Tyler shouted in my brain, about how THIS WAS FUCKING WITH THE NOVEL. (The first rule of NaNoWriMo is YOU DO NOT FUCK WITH THE NOVEL. The second rule, oddly, is that THE NOVEL FUCKS WITH YOU.)

I have remembered that I got along fine before I started giving a shit about politics, and I will get along fine long after. (Although it's fair to say that 'long after' may well have started today. *shrug*)