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[numberoneblind]

today has been long and strange.

mostly surreal, good strange/bad strange/strange that is both, and i could not even begin to guess at what my current state of mind is.

which makes me suspect that my brain has given up on attempting to process emotion, as it is occasionally wont to do, in the interest of maintaining at least some tiny laughable semblance of sanity.

whatever the case may be, i do not want to talk about it, so don't ask.

i think i am just going to go to bed.

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[numberoneblind.livejournal.com]

a lot of the time the emotions my brain doesn't want to process never GET processed, actually... my brain has a deep vendetta against them. things that it cannot logically process it is fond of stuffing into a little box in the corner, to save for a day when everything goes wrong and I need something more to beat myself up over, heh.

but yeah, sleep will be good.

(oh, re: Kafka... my great-uncle actually did the cover illustration for the first edition of Metamorphosis, heh.)

[r-macduff.livejournal.com]

Re:re: Kafka-- that's pretty sweet. I'm rather fond of poor Kafka, who probably came back from the dead to beat up his editor for publishing, instead of burning, his work. Luckily for us we have not only Kafka's writings but also his diaries. Freud would have had a lot of fun with them, he's got enough father issues for three people.

If you ever need to unstuff the box in the corner, come talk to me. x7537, P. Beach 229, k03ai01, etc. anytime. I am available 24/7 for anything you personally feel is an emergency, be it a good one (bursting with great news and no one to tell it to, for example) or a bad one (overfilled with stress, misery, anger, etc. and no one to listen, for example). I keep weird hours anyway, so you're very likely to find me up and about.