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I am nothing if not quick on the uptake. It has finally sunk in that this whole pain thing really isn't going away; or, at least, I really can't count on it going away. I'm sure it will eventually but I can't live for when it decides to. Plus I'm being paid by the hour, now, and cannot afford to take time off. So now I'm attempting, in a more organised fashion, to sort out what I can and cannot do.

I may have to wait for a day when I'm feeling a little better. Today has been particularly pain-riddled and the current ratio is nothing:everything, which is true today, yes, but misleadingly cynical when applied to everyday life.

I can't write at the moment, which is perhaps most upsetting, while also being something of a relief since I also cannot inadvertently suck. I can read lots of Diana Wynne Jones books, which is making me far bouncier and happier than anything else. Times like these I miss Milliways awfully because I still think of characters I love in terms of PBs. XD

It's taken a while to write this, so I'm going to go now and watch another episode of Eerie Indiana before the parent goes to sleep and all noise-making activities must cease.

(At least the period of journal-inactivity coincides with life-inability - you're really not missing anything over here. :D)