I don't know what to do with myself now. She is wonderful and I love her, and there isn't any blame to place. This just wasn't working anymore. I'm sorry that I have once again become an epicenter of pain.
me: I am quoting 'spiritous drink' to alex papa: a truly rousing chorus me: I hate to say it but it makes an awesome drinking song papa: or a great video of vegan pirates hoisting smoothies me: I must wish this video into existence papa: I'm glad that we hallucinate on the same frequency
I had a lovely weekend. However someone cracked open my skull and replaced my brain with molasses and corn starch. Please forgive me if I am not doing something I was supposed to.
I'm going to write a novel! Probably a real crappy one! Because it is National Novel Writing Month, and I am unlikely to ever motivate myself to actually *finish* one without outside motivation. Plus, if I am rushed for word count I will stop sounding like a pretensious hack and start sounding like a.... very rushed hack. See Read more... )
I am fully and deeply confused. I cannot decide if I am happy, sad, lonely, not lonely, cheerful, or weepy. Perhaps I should just accept that I am in a quantum superposition of rich, nutritive emotional muck
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I had a very dark and confusing day yesterday. I actually got lost in central square - I just plum didn't know which direction was which. My glasses were very wet and it was dark. Today, I still have much stress hanging over my head but at least I can remember how to get home.
One day a highly contagious and lethal strain of influenza will sweep across all humanity, claiming millions of lives. It may arrive in months or not for years. But the next pandemic is inevitable.