Incoherence

[mousme]

It's late, and I'm incoherent.

No, really.

My thoughts are making little to no sense right now.

Hence this post being in small increments of one sentence at a time. (Grammer bad, right now. Please bear with me)

Many, many things going on all at once, all in my head. Something good may come of this.

Reading an interesting book. Nearly finished it, actually. "Guérir" by David Servan-Schreiber (it means "to heal" in French). Interesting look at alternative but proven methods to helping/healing psychiatric disorders (he concentrates on depression, anxiety, and PTSD).

Anyway. Brain not cooperating with me. It keeps telling me I should kill myself, and while I keep arguing with it, my arguments are getting weaker. I think the book helped a bit, though. More on that tomorrow, when I've got my thoughts more sorted out.

Going to a concert tomorrow. Yee!

Okay. Brain really making no sense now, and very much interfering with this post. I'll quit while I'm not-so-ahead and call it a night, methinks.

Comments

[mousme.livejournal.com]

*squish*

Always. :)

Coherence, IMNSHO, is pretty darned nice. Much better than being completely incoherent. Stupid brain. One day I will have complete mastery over it, and then I SHALL RULE THE WORLD! BWAHAHAHAAA!

...

Ahem. ;)

Anyway, thank you, sweetie. I adore you beyond words, you know that?

*smooch*

[joane.livejournal.com]

[sighs happily] Shooting you was one of the best violent moves I've ever made. :)

(That sounds all kinds of wrong out of context, doesn't it?)

[mousme.livejournal.com]

*scratches head*

Remind me of the context? I seem to be drawing a blank, here. Unless I'm reading your sentence wrong.

Either way, I'm kind of lost.

Was this in a game? I don't recall your shooting me...

[joane.livejournal.com]

when we first met - I was manning the Gamer's Guild table at Clubs' Night in the Shatner building, and I had my new Nerf gun with me. You walked by, I thought you were cute, and I shot you twice. :) Victor can corroborate - he was there at the time.

[mousme.livejournal.com]

Wow. I'd completely forgotten about that. I remember meeting you and Victor that night and being attracted by the Pendragon book and agreeing to stop by the Guild at some point (which I did the next day, since it was on the same floor as the Women's Union, where I volunteered).

Shooting me with the nerf gun was definitely a good plan. :)