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Six straight nights of wracking nightmares. (More wracking that usual, that is.)
Horrible, aching grief. I miss Micawber so badly right now.
Too much work. Far, far too much work. Overworked, stressed, my self-esteem eroded, panic singing a song only dogs can hear down all my nerves.
Confusion of identity.
Patches of high functionality interleaved with pure breakdown.
Mental whiplash.
Horrible, aching grief. I miss Micawber so badly right now.
Too much work. Far, far too much work. Overworked, stressed, my self-esteem eroded, panic singing a song only dogs can hear down all my nerves.
Confusion of identity.
Patches of high functionality interleaved with pure breakdown.
Mental whiplash.
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Just wanted to say i'm here for you, and i'm thinking of you.
Let me know if you need anything sweetie.
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You there, Despair! Keep that hook out where I can see it, or I'll give it to you with this broom again! Don't make any funny moves; I have to talk to your big brother Dream about these nightmares... Or do *you* know anything about it?!
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