Dumbstruck

[arliss]

I feel as though I should apologize, generally. I've been feeling a bit overwhelmed lately, and I can't talk about stuff as I'm going through it. Only when I'm out the other side and have processed it can I examine it a little. I may be reaching that point.

Or I may just say, "done," and move on to the next thing. It's exhausting, trying to sort it out and put it up in a coherent fashion. There's nothing really terrible, there's just a lot of it, none of it actually directly affecting me, all of it sort of bouncing off me siderally. Still, I'm reeling, a bit.

When I'm less rocky, I'll regain my verbosity, no doubt. But I didn't want my flist to think I'd sunk with little trace. Still here.

"...And still we traddled onward, caring not a care. Onward, onward, onward, my friends, to victory and glory for the thirty-ninth!"

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[charlotte-buff.livejournal.com]

What Brenda said. And also, we're here if you need us. I'm here if you need me. Right here in your computer. And even your phone.

Oh! Newsies went out in the mail yesterday. Sure, Monday instead of Friday or Saturday, but only because I had to watch it again. Twice.

Okay. Three times. But that just means I've had my fix and you can keep it as long as you need.