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I made it through the weekend and . . . stuff. Not at my most emotionally stable, to say the least, but I managed to avoid any significant physical damage to myself. My thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
oneironaut and the rest of the Kita gang for keeping talking to me and brooksmoses for calling me and listening to me scream. Love youse guys. And to Sophie B. Hawkins, for performing the song that came up on random and got me back into a useful headspace.
suzimoses is back home in Cali. I feel sort of bad that one of our rare chances to spend time together I spent almost the entire time she was here insane, depressed, or otherwise unavailable. Long-distance family is hard. Let's go shopping.
I am not sure if my strange urge to write up a comprehensive set of political beliefs and post them publically is a legacy of this weekend's extreme rounds of self-destructiveness or what. But that's my cynicism showing again.
I've written most of the really awful bits of the WIP, the stuff that had me cringing and whimpering at the prospect of writing them. (No, I don't think having this being the stuff I was working on while I was verging on catastrophic breakdown helped. Thanks for asking.) I think this is the worst of it, this is all the really awful stuff, and afterwards we have the realisation of the depths of the damage and the beginnings of trying to heal, well, that and a few rounds of insult to injury but I think that counts as plumbing the depths. All the literal bleeding is done.
But I'm being depressing. Here, this is the cat cuteness I observed this evening, which I nearly said to the Kita gang "I wish you guys could see this" and then realised I was right next to a digital camera.
Section 161: 1136 words. Done.
Section 162: 459 words. Done.
And that's the six, gods help me.
oneironaut and the rest of the Kita gang for keeping talking to me and brooksmoses for calling me and listening to me scream. Love youse guys. And to Sophie B. Hawkins, for performing the song that came up on random and got me back into a useful headspace.suzimoses is back home in Cali. I feel sort of bad that one of our rare chances to spend time together I spent almost the entire time she was here insane, depressed, or otherwise unavailable. Long-distance family is hard. Let's go shopping.I am not sure if my strange urge to write up a comprehensive set of political beliefs and post them publically is a legacy of this weekend's extreme rounds of self-destructiveness or what. But that's my cynicism showing again.
I've written most of the really awful bits of the WIP, the stuff that had me cringing and whimpering at the prospect of writing them. (No, I don't think having this being the stuff I was working on while I was verging on catastrophic breakdown helped. Thanks for asking.) I think this is the worst of it, this is all the really awful stuff, and afterwards we have the realisation of the depths of the damage and the beginnings of trying to heal, well, that and a few rounds of insult to injury but I think that counts as plumbing the depths. All the literal bleeding is done.
But I'm being depressing. Here, this is the cat cuteness I observed this evening, which I nearly said to the Kita gang "I wish you guys could see this" and then realised I was right next to a digital camera.
Section 161: 1136 words. Done.
Section 162: 459 words. Done.
And that's the six, gods help me.
