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This is your regular I'm alive. I had four days off and I spent them with M and that was good, but now I think I hit a hard downswing last night, and it's basically taking all my energy to actually go to work instead of curl up under the covers and cry. Which means I have no energy for anything else and it sucks. I don't even have the energy to read; I spent last night playing games on the old ipod I stole from M and doodling during my breaks.

I did marathon my way through the Winter Long before my brain ave out, which was great, but I think is making my suck-brain a little worse, at least on the writerly side ("I will never be able to write or plot like this' keeps coming to mind).

Anyway. I don't know. I got nothing and i have to go to work in ten minutes. But it's been about two weeks. So I'm alive.