sudacla
like me. today less than some other days thank goodness but still. it's not so much deranged as just not being able to depend on my head doing what it's supposed to. misinterpretations and messing up stuff. sigh.
it truly is. how crappy things are. how crappily I'm dealing with them. how nothing really matters. OK sure I'm keeping 3 cats safe and healthy, but what are they here for too? just treading water with me.
demonstrating some stress actually - it feels like a board race when we were little or something. I think I'd be more comfortable if it were at least 3 minutes. We did activities like that with Nicole for instance and they were fun/cool/productive/evocative and all that great stuff - at least it is cool and let's you finish up your last sentence altho it would be interesting to see how long it lets you type actually - plus is it watching for end-of-sentence-type punctuation so that it can close you out? we'll see. I guess not. So that feels much better now - knowing that you could finish your thoughts in relative leisure - well compared to the initial 60-second race anyway. I'm continuing to type not because I want to cheat or fill up the space but I really want to see how long it lets me go. very curious. more coffee in a minute then more work til I conk out. I'm going to be exhausted tomorrow at RC. gah! oh well. this is a very nice amount of writing/space to be dealt each day I must say. whoa! I thought it would stop me there but it lets you keep going. very cool altho I'll still probably try to use it as a brief energy-sparker slash experiment in succinctness exercise. laters, baby. :)