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...I want to read Hot Gimmick. Anyone have a torrent file?
Need to go back and edit my silly fanfiction tomorrow or maybe Monday --I need some mental distance between the plotbunny and the poor execution.
I'm a little uneasy, truth be told. I have tons of work I need to do, and am behind as always, and...I'm in a good mood. Anyone who even keeps random tabs on this journal is aware that I'm mostly a miserable emo person who thinks too much about pretty damn much everything. Being cheerful without a sense of irony is unusual, to say the least, and anything out of the ordinary tends to make me fidget.
It's rather sad that I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop, that this unusual week of relative, genuine cheer makes me suspicious that the universe is going to throw me an unpleasant curve. It's kind of like the disbelief I experienced when I first went on Zoloft and stopped hating myself every second of every day; I couldn't believe I wasn't utterly miserable. Only this time there's no medication to point to and explain it, and so I'm concerned. I'm just not a generally happy person.
But if I poke too hard I'll wind up bursting my own bubble, and that just seems stupid. Still, my paranoia is kicking in nice and strong and I'm wondering what the disaster's going to be.
I think I need a smack upside the head, and I'm not even sure what for.
Need to go back and edit my silly fanfiction tomorrow or maybe Monday --I need some mental distance between the plotbunny and the poor execution.
I'm a little uneasy, truth be told. I have tons of work I need to do, and am behind as always, and...I'm in a good mood. Anyone who even keeps random tabs on this journal is aware that I'm mostly a miserable emo person who thinks too much about pretty damn much everything. Being cheerful without a sense of irony is unusual, to say the least, and anything out of the ordinary tends to make me fidget.
It's rather sad that I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop, that this unusual week of relative, genuine cheer makes me suspicious that the universe is going to throw me an unpleasant curve. It's kind of like the disbelief I experienced when I first went on Zoloft and stopped hating myself every second of every day; I couldn't believe I wasn't utterly miserable. Only this time there's no medication to point to and explain it, and so I'm concerned. I'm just not a generally happy person.
But if I poke too hard I'll wind up bursting my own bubble, and that just seems stupid. Still, my paranoia is kicking in nice and strong and I'm wondering what the disaster's going to be.
I think I need a smack upside the head, and I'm not even sure what for.