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]

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. :)