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[demiurgent]

I'm not doing well.

Health wise, I'm fine. But I'm exhausted, I'm anxious, I'm depressed....

Worse than all that, I'm crabby. I snap at people. I surl. I snark. I'm just not fun to be around.

I was on the road for the Academy for twelve hours yesterday, then out birthdaying with friends (it was one of their birthdays, not mine) until after midnight. But I didn't go to sleep until after three, and then up by seven.

Note, I didn't say I couldn't sleep. I said I didn't sleep. I clearly didn't want to.

Between not much wanting to move (I have a gout attack in my knee right now) and having work to catch up with, I was at my desk from 8 in the morning to about 9:45 at night, inclusive. I don't think I even took a bathroom break -- though I did go through unproductive waves during the day. I am truly, deeply worn to the bone, anxious, nervous...

But not asleep. My eyes are half-mast, but I don't want to sleep.

I don't want to sleep. I don't want to wake up. I don't want to leave the apartment. I just want to exist here.

I'm just not doing well.

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[freakfest.livejournal.com]

I'm right there with you, baby. Sending you warm hugs, happy thoughts, and positive energy to get you through this. And you WILL get through this, because you're stronger than you realize. Besides, we'll be needing you in a few years to help intimidate Molly's suitors.

*hugs hugs hugs and more hugs*