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Today, I feel sad and weepy. Some of this, I am sure, is the aftereffect of a less than spectacular Dcon weekend; undoubtably, some of this is a pre-effect of the leave-taking of the very dear; the rest, I do not know to what to attribute it, but it's here.

I should get my ass out of the house; I should do chores that have piled up. Instead, I want to just sit, or maybe curl up in a ball, and think about crying.