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[nny]

Panic attacks + crying fits, now. At least there's no inability to eat or urge to curl into ball and sleep forever, because that would be unproductive. I do feel, though, like I'm in the middle of some sort of breakdown.

Almost everything is getting done, 'though slower than I'd like. Thank you, those who have had to put up with me, for your patience.

I'm sorry.

If journal should disappear, it is in the interests of productivity. Please bear with me.

(That was very nearly please bare with me. I don't do naked, I'm afraid, but hey I'm all for nudity on my journal. You go right ahead.)