The journal is coming back, really. The long months of utter and complete inactivity have passed, and there are things to say again. I just have to remember how to get back on the horse, but, that said, all you get today is an underexposed photograph.

Once More,
Aunt Beast


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No Seroquel last night, because now that I'm off the Lamictal, I want that shit out of me, as well. And this morning, which comes with several inches of fresh snow, is all wakeful sharp white blades waiting to slice me. I managed five or six fitful, feverish hours of sleep. There was a long and profoundly sad and extremely technical dream of ( Read more... )

The rain's here, and most of the snow has melted. Currently, the temperature has risen to a balmy 57˚F. I think it's safe to safe it's nasty out there. This evening the temperature's going to fall all the way back down to fucking 16˚F. It's very windy ( Read more... )

Yes, well, being awake isn't everything. Indeed, I suspect it is quite highly overrated, and in the end is neither really here nor there. Waking in this world means little more than the loss of access to all those other worlds. Thinking on it now, waking is not unlike being given a half-full box of Junior Mints that have spent a week on a theatre ( Read more... )