*cries*

I thought Mercury was out of retrograde, dammit!

The hell?

I really wish I understood these things better. The cosmos makes very little sense to me. :P

Looks like my optimism about this being a better January than previous years was misplaced. *sigh*

Well, it's not an unmitigated disaster. Just not a resounding success, either. I can settle for that, I guess.

*looks at calendar*

It's the 22nd.

Anyone got a spare bomb shelter I can crawl into until January's over?

Hee!

( America-hatage quiz )

Thanks worldmage!

Barking mad

I've been feeling a little disconnected, lately, although perhaps it's a result of being *literally* disconnected as a result of not having a computer of my own that I can fire up any time I want.

But it's been going on for longer than that, I suspect, and the word "disconnected" is something of a misnomer. I rather like Kay Jamison's word "frayed" a lot better. It really does convey the feeling so much more eloquently: as though one is coming apart at the edges, slowly but surely worn away like a piece of old fabric. I've been worrying away at the edges of my mind with anxious fingers, pulling at stray threads with my fingernails, knowing that if I tug too hard it could all come unravelled, yet unable to stop myself.

It feels as though something has stirred inside my head, come to life suddenly, with a vigour I didn't suspect was there, and now it's fluttering wildly, hurling itself up against the walls again and again until finally, exhausted, it sinks to the floor, frightened and alone in the dark.



( Unrelated thoughts about my own mental illness, you can ignore this as I'm mostly talking to myself )