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I went to bed at midnight last night and got up at 3 pm today. It took every ounce of willpower I had just to get out of bed.
Two hours and some chinese food later -- plus an increased dose of Ritalin -- I'm feeling a little bit less like the walking dead, but still pretty awful. Every breath I take is like a fishhook tugging at my soul, very painful. The occasional tiny glimmers of hope and energy that break through only make the overall state worse by comparison.
Off to internet surf a while, then back to laying audition flats on Marvel Masterworks.
Two hours and some chinese food later -- plus an increased dose of Ritalin -- I'm feeling a little bit less like the walking dead, but still pretty awful. Every breath I take is like a fishhook tugging at my soul, very painful. The occasional tiny glimmers of hope and energy that break through only make the overall state worse by comparison.
Off to internet surf a while, then back to laying audition flats on Marvel Masterworks.
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