./~ it burns inside of me ~\.

[chess]

Slowly, daylight crept in... and I could see. And something else had changed inside of me.

I have not done any of the work for tomorrow. I have not finished giving out gospels. I have not had a shower for too long. I have not had enough sleep. I seem to be collecting enough angst to out-mope a roomful of goths. If I push myself much further, I think I might break.

(I already have a plethora of offers of help, thanks. I'm tired, and ill, and just keep going. I don't seriously think that I will break, but I feel stretched to breaking point; I want to claw out my eyeballs and howl at the moon. The moon is a crescent and I doubt it will cast a shadow. I need a break, but I'm not going to give myself one, and people advocating it will just make everything even more unbearable. I didn't eat tea tonight, but I ate about seven hot-dogs. I'm sure this post was much more effective before I started rambling.)

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Bad advice from Edith: Get drunk, cry lots into the shoulder of an understanding friend. Go to sleep. In the morning realise that things aren't actually that bad and get on with life having burned off some angst.

Nothing much more to say that you don't know already.