kiya

This one wanted to know if I'd gotten their literature. I said "Damned if I know."

Then they asked me if I'd heard of them. I said "No."

They said they're a singles service, and asked me if I was single.

There are times I so wish I didn't have a penalty to my wits rolls. . . .

Drifting vaguely towards sanity in random moments, though I'm still having depression issues. At least I'm remembering to take my vitamins, and I did some poking around the 'net to stare at niacin and depression as a result of talking to

baratron earlier.

I'm pondering, in random bits, some of the weird baggage I have from the person who assaulted me, sort of in response to something posted in

polyamory earlier, and otherwise in response to . . . well, other stuff. Dealing with damage in the subject of sex is deeply weird, and I think some of the most incredibly difficult stuff I've ever had to do.

Kevin's tired too. He's getting to a point where the stresses I've been dealing with are driving him to detachment, and running out of energy to prevent it. (Though he knows that going detached will do more harm than good, so he's trying to stay able to connect.) He says that what I should do on the subject is get sane, though, so I'm working on that.

There's frustration stuff I should probably get out of my head somewhere, if I can only dredge it up far enough that it's wordable.

I think there was other stuff, but it's fallen out of my head. Tired. Bed now.