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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!"
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!"