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[thene]

Oh crap I hate when I want things. ETA: why does Ting buy me things?

The last week has sucked, but in the kind of way that doesn't hurt much. Writing not working because I am too tired and the narrator has been inexplicably depressive recently. I worked for fifteen hours yesterday because I suck at saying no to money, especially not overtime money, and it felt all spacetime screwballed like the day had flown by but had simultaneously stretched over about three or four; I still can't comprehend that yesterday morning was only yesterday morning. I got a ride home last night with two other people, in a pickup with a tiny cab, sharing a seat with an incredibly thin woman who talked with me about the things in the forest that may or may not turn us all into newts.

I also haven't seen M liek ever because he is also working far too hard, though on the plus side we may be able to go to my sister's wedding now.

I have absolved self from trying to write or run today; I am kinda annoyed that I haven't been up to doing any plot-relevant writing for this damn thing since the little hours of last Friday morning (since then it's been pointless fluffporn all the way!), but I really haven't had a chance; I was tired, and the time has gone. Running still happens most days, but I need to figure out a longer route because even the uphill part is getting way too easy.

The world is small, and opening too many tabs makes it smaller. I think. Also Fly is plotting against me :(