June 1st, 2005


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Somewhere between my body and my mind, something is screaming.

...Well, about 20 minutes ago it was screaming. I think I've managed to beat it down to a dull whimper by now, but it's still there. I'm getting signals from every bit of myself that I should be curled up somewhere, doing something very calming and soothing and away from most people. Eric, of course, is the exception, as are the cats (usually). Thus, why I am a maybe for Game Night tonight.

I need to sew. And eat soup (though not at the same time, nooooo). And watch something familiar and comforting. And sleep. Maybe then it'll stop with its goddamned whining.