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I am such a sorry excuse for a mammal. I shouldn't be blasting heat off like this.
Yesterday I wrote 21 words, today I wrote 30. This is partially severe emotional burnout (see also: recent angst post), partly because yesterday I got distracted by a shiny object and hid in that for a long time rather than face the world (Wizardry 8 again, blame the damn Rikers), and partly because I wandered onto ecauldron.com's pagan discussion forums partly at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gwynyth's instigation and spent a long time reading and a little time posting. (Because I just don't have enough yattering about religion in my life.)
Still dubious about my sense of emotional sanity, which is related to my inability to be functionally useful. Currently not melting down into creative patterns of slag, but get back to me in five minutes on that. Not being helped by really, really, really loudly exploding lightbulbs accompanied with vile scorched stench. (This is the point at which I mutter something about 'exaggerated startle response' and again ponder getting to a mind doc to see if I can be diagnosed.)
. . . okay, I'm not blasting heat anymore, I'm freezing. Thermoregulation still not functionin', cap'n. She canna take much more o'this.
Yesterday I wrote 21 words, today I wrote 30. This is partially severe emotional burnout (see also: recent angst post), partly because yesterday I got distracted by a shiny object and hid in that for a long time rather than face the world (Wizardry 8 again, blame the damn Rikers), and partly because I wandered onto ecauldron.com's pagan discussion forums partly at
gwynyth's instigation and spent a long time reading and a little time posting. (Because I just don't have enough yattering about religion in my life.)Still dubious about my sense of emotional sanity, which is related to my inability to be functionally useful. Currently not melting down into creative patterns of slag, but get back to me in five minutes on that. Not being helped by really, really, really loudly exploding lightbulbs accompanied with vile scorched stench. (This is the point at which I mutter something about 'exaggerated startle response' and again ponder getting to a mind doc to see if I can be diagnosed.)
. . . okay, I'm not blasting heat anymore, I'm freezing. Thermoregulation still not functionin', cap'n. She canna take much more o'this.