Dear - if very small - F-List, please know that I'm dying...
I just finished my research paper (and I really hope I'm using the right word here) on PTSD for school.
You can't imagine how this has taken over my life the past few days. I should have started working on this properly months ago, instead I spent my days being lazy, dancing in the basement and obsessing over my new Graph shinies (about which I have to talk...some other time...).
And suddenly, I was facing mountains of work and I didn't even know where to start. I spent the past few days working constantly with few and short breaks. And now it's a small wonder I'm still able to stand.
The subject of my research paper was incredibly interesting and incredibly sad - I had to quote, among other things, from James Jones' "The Thin Red Line" and Erich Maria Remarque's "All Quiet on the Western Front" which basically meant I cried my eyes out while working. The pictures I included didn't help. Just look at this one:
It's called "2,000 Yard Stare" by Tom Lea. This one and the paintings and etchings of Otto Dix I used are guaranteed to haunt my nightmares from now on. Really, just look at some of the stuff by Otto Dix...or don't, if you prefer to sleep peacefully.
Anyway, tomorrow I'll give it to my teachers and then it will be over. *sigh*
I know I still owe some of you answers to PMs you sent me and I'm really sorry to keep you waiting. Just...wait until tomorrow. When I've recovered enough to pay full attention to what you wrote. Right now, I can't think of anything that doesn't have to do with my research paper. I have no idea where you all live (okay, some of you told me), but over here, it's getting late (well, kinda) and I can't keep my eyes open much longer.
You can't imagine how this has taken over my life the past few days. I should have started working on this properly months ago, instead I spent my days being lazy, dancing in the basement and obsessing over my new Graph shinies (about which I have to talk...some other time...).
And suddenly, I was facing mountains of work and I didn't even know where to start. I spent the past few days working constantly with few and short breaks. And now it's a small wonder I'm still able to stand.
The subject of my research paper was incredibly interesting and incredibly sad - I had to quote, among other things, from James Jones' "The Thin Red Line" and Erich Maria Remarque's "All Quiet on the Western Front" which basically meant I cried my eyes out while working. The pictures I included didn't help. Just look at this one:
It's called "2,000 Yard Stare" by Tom Lea. This one and the paintings and etchings of Otto Dix I used are guaranteed to haunt my nightmares from now on. Really, just look at some of the stuff by Otto Dix...or don't, if you prefer to sleep peacefully.
Anyway, tomorrow I'll give it to my teachers and then it will be over. *sigh*
I know I still owe some of you answers to PMs you sent me and I'm really sorry to keep you waiting. Just...wait until tomorrow. When I've recovered enough to pay full attention to what you wrote. Right now, I can't think of anything that doesn't have to do with my research paper. I have no idea where you all live (okay, some of you told me), but over here, it's getting late (well, kinda) and I can't keep my eyes open much longer.