The stress-induced nausea did not lead to me throwing up on the keyboard. I put the computer down first.
I'm not sure if the not on the keyboard has gotten me better balanced, because I keep dipping into bits of howling and rocking and generally losing my voice and hello, that was an honest-to-gods gibber. I didn't know people actually did that. But it's at least gotten Darkhawk up to partial front so I can try to start dealing.
I think I'm going to find my cellphone and put it in my pocket. In case of . . . I don't know. Something.
Gotta stop coughing. It hurts.
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oneironaut, you're wonderful, by the way. I think I'm breathing again. ]
I'm not sure if the not on the keyboard has gotten me better balanced, because I keep dipping into bits of howling and rocking and generally losing my voice and hello, that was an honest-to-gods gibber. I didn't know people actually did that. But it's at least gotten Darkhawk up to partial front so I can try to start dealing.
I think I'm going to find my cellphone and put it in my pocket. In case of . . . I don't know. Something.
Gotta stop coughing. It hurts.
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I think I'm . . . not okay, but not not okay. Gotta be careful moving around in here, 'cause Silver's sleeping at the moment, and gods I know I don't want to wake her up. Fifty minutes straight of howling was plenty.
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Bad stress...
on the plus side, cell phones in pockets can be very good things.
You probably have no idea who I am, and I'm having trouble finding words to explain in any useful way. We've exchanged email, I was on alt.poly for a while when I had time (and was at APC9, although I only saw you and did not manage to chat with you. Oh yeah! I'm the random person who figured out who you were because you *look* like a Darkhawk to me)...
Eh. I normally don't feel a strong need to explain to people who I am when I post in their journals. Not sure why I feel like I should now...