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I finished Changes. I want to punch Jim Butcher in the face.
I drank a double-and-then-some of my unnamed pear-raspberry concoction.
I am sad and discouraged about several important parts of my universe that appear to be disintegrating. I feel like all I can do is keep writing probably meaningless classes and programming stuff while it all goes down to tubes. I have not cried about this today, but take the quantity of alcohol I elected to imbibe as an indicator of the extent of my distress. I find myself wanting to go downstairs and binge eat, or worse.
Tonight was supposed to be fun times with L. Neither of us are in any condition for it. I think he's downstairs somewhere. I don't even know. I don't especially much want to leave my room right now.
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