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Woke up in that achey, near tears sort of way that has very recently become common; I hope this isn't a return to the known and unwelcome. I want to just sit somewhere quiet and carefully select my interactions with people, if I choose to interact at all. Instead, I think I'll go to work, and listen to the jock-posturing of the status quo.

PSA

Today communication remains difficult, if not impossible. Simple tasks glance off into negative emotional valences; relatively safe topics become deadly minefields. According to the scientific method and the process of elimination, the problem can only be me.

Caveat locutor (I think).

It's official

I just can't deny it any more; the truth will out.

I have a painfully huge, deep, abiding crush on Echidne of the Snakes.

HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE.