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truepennyGood Christ, I am a bitch, aren't I?
I don't carry on like this in person, my hand to god. (Well, sometimes I do, but I try not to.) The slightly insidious thing about LJ is that since there's nobody there to roll their eyes or tell you to shut the fuck up already, for the love of god, it's easy to fall prey to the illusion that nobody's really out there.
To go all meta for a moment, this is a weird weird Thing (LJ I mean). It's one of those things that I tend in random moments to imagine alien anthropologists trying to explain to their funding committee. LJ is a weird combo of monologue, dialogue, full Greek chorus, and cocktail party.
Anyway, the drops have worn off, my pupils are no longer dilated to 18/19ths of the area of my irises, and I no longer have a headache. Got not even a lick of work done today, and therefore resolve to do better tomorrow. Chapter Six is lying in its den, licking its chops and watching me.
I don't carry on like this in person, my hand to god. (Well, sometimes I do, but I try not to.) The slightly insidious thing about LJ is that since there's nobody there to roll their eyes or tell you to shut the fuck up already, for the love of god, it's easy to fall prey to the illusion that nobody's really out there.
To go all meta for a moment, this is a weird weird Thing (LJ I mean). It's one of those things that I tend in random moments to imagine alien anthropologists trying to explain to their funding committee. LJ is a weird combo of monologue, dialogue, full Greek chorus, and cocktail party.
Anyway, the drops have worn off, my pupils are no longer dilated to 18/19ths of the area of my irises, and I no longer have a headache. Got not even a lick of work done today, and therefore resolve to do better tomorrow. Chapter Six is lying in its den, licking its chops and watching me.
