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off - I look drunk when I try to walk in public, and I run into door
frames when I try to go through them and . . . And, well, I'm not a
nice person to be around when I'm miserable. Don't know that I've ever
realized or admitted this to myself before, but man, oh, man, I am just
nasty. Hiss, hiss! Stay back! I'll probably scratch you in an attempt
to make you as miserable as I am. And doing that, my friends, is just
hell on your self-esteem. So, I'm not liking myself right now. Not very
much. And I've got TONS of crap to finish, especially since next week I
have to send my poor computer in to finally be fixed. If they can fix
everything that's wrong with it.
The Many
Masks of Halloween in Strange
Horizons.
Woman: An Intimate
Geography by Natalie Angier
Read yesterday: Kindred and Clay's Ark by Octavia
E. Butler
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Don't quite know what to tell you. I've been sick. My hearing has
returned thanks to the constant draining of my ears - draining that HURTS
as it bubbles and crackles and pops inside my poor ears. Draining that I
can feel dripping down the back of my throat. Draining that keeps on
draining, even though I know - KNOW - it should be all done by now. I
mean, c'mon, how much gunk can I hold in my head? Surely it's not as
indefinite as this feels. Exercise log:
Too much pain to exercise.
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