Eccentric Flower:199809/semi-detached brain

thirteen september ninety eight seven p m

semi-detached brain

Spoke too soon and too optimistically in the previous postcard.

Had to go out for the Last Meal with our visitors before they began the long and arduous trek to the airport. I excused myself early and took the subway home alone - I didn't really feel like socializing.

It wasn't a bad feeling exactly, more of a vague detachment, like I was out-of-body. I would rub my arm and it would take a while for the sensation to reach me.

Those seemed like good conditions for sleep, so I slept.

Now I'm awake, my head is throbbing, my eyes burn, and I'm about ready to cry. This is the first time all weekend I've had an opportunity to sit down at the computer and actually Do Stuff, and I am nearly incoherent - I can't focus enough to pay the bills, let alone work on fiction or The CGI.

It's not fair! Who planned this?

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