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[nny]

Ah, internet research, how much more helpful you are than my doctor. I'm done with the self pity, don't worry - apparently this is gonna last somewhere between three and twelve months, most likely, so now's the time to grin and bear it. Work is difficult but not impossible, provided I actually remember to take my pills in with me (heh, oops) and provided I can hunt down a family member when I'm wanting tea I'm mostly okay. I'm gonna have to cut back on what I'm doing I guess - last night I wasn't up for much more than laying on my bed and sniffling, tonight I'll probably be okay for interaction and possibly even (gasp) a bit of writing, so long as I can add in some of the capitalisation later. XD I'm not going to be able to be around very much online, I think, which leaves me with a big question mark over how I'm going to spend my time - the internet has pretty much been my life these past few years. I'm not sure if I trust the 3D people.

I want to keep writing, but I don't know how much I'll be physically capable of. I mean, it's not as though my journal's been a whirlwind of fic OMG lately anyway, but now it's actually a lot more difficult for me so writing will be rare. So, y'know -

Defriending Amnesty.

You go right ahead. It's not like I go hunt people down anyway and demand reasoning, but right now it's totally understandable if you want to toddle along elsewhere for your entertainment.

This in no way means I'll be shutting up, you know. Cold day in hell my friends, cold day in hell.