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So what I want to be doing is writing out some of the things a couple of my characters have been yelling at me; failing that, I'd like to be drugged into either unconsciousness or at least painlessness, as right now I hurt too much to sleep. Or walk much. Or breathe, apparently. Ow.
Instead, I'm mentally pacing, too many ideas in my head at once to be able to concentrate on writing out any of them, feeling like I'm starving (which is likely due to the not-eating thing, long story), in a ridiculously bad mood, wondering whether or not it would actually be worth the 10k it'd cost me, assuming I could somehow GET the money and not spend it on Practical Things instead. Damn, it'd be satisfying, though.
I really know a few of the wrong people at this point.
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