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Exhausted by work. Slightly depressed by knowing I'm not doing something I have any talent or deep interest for, though only slightly, really. Mostly, it still feels like having been pulled aboard a lifeboat. Just kinda wish I didn't *need* the lifeboat. (Also worried they might want to throw me back into the ocean because I'm not particularly good.)
Missing people. Slightly depressed that both my so-called Real Life and my fannish enthusiasms have mostly been removing me from people, and people from me, for years now. Not sure how to change that, on account of see above (exhaustion).
Vaguely inspired to write fic, a novel, and possibly work on my Knytt Stories level; no energy.
Really sucking at goldsmithing.
Missing people. Slightly depressed that both my so-called Real Life and my fannish enthusiasms have mostly been removing me from people, and people from me, for years now. Not sure how to change that, on account of see above (exhaustion).
Vaguely inspired to write fic, a novel, and possibly work on my Knytt Stories level; no energy.
Really sucking at goldsmithing.