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a brief moment of emo
I had a few constructive/fandomly things to say, but the unremitting exhaustion that Wednesdays confer on me has driven them all out of my head. I am crazily stressed; my coursework is tough as nails and sometimes feels like it's crushing me into the ground, I'm very worried about the GAMSAT, and once again I'm in the position of only seeing my friends one day a week and spending the other six days walking around campus in my own silent bubble, all the anxiety percolating and self-propogating. It can't be good for me. I'm getting a bit ragged at the edges, and it's only the third week of term.
I'm going to watch an episode of Avatar and go to bed.
Also: Ji & I have spent the last few weeks out-heartless-ing each other with this fic here. Maybe we shouldn't be allowed to cowrite very often; just as a fraction multiplied by another fraction produces an even tinier fraction, the combined powers of our grandly minimalistic brands of fictional cynicism seem to have the power to quash all joy.
I'm going to watch an episode of Avatar and go to bed.
Also: Ji & I have spent the last few weeks out-heartless-ing each other with this fic here. Maybe we shouldn't be allowed to cowrite very often; just as a fraction multiplied by another fraction produces an even tinier fraction, the combined powers of our grandly minimalistic brands of fictional cynicism seem to have the power to quash all joy.

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*CUDDLES YOU*
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*fret*
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Here I will say, God! That fic was brilliant! I think I will keep it forever if just for the lightness metaphors and Thomas Beecher's coming of Horrible Age and Thom Doing What Was Done To Him and the sensible use of the fact that Thomas means twins, do you know how long I've tried to work with that? very long.
So, I suppose, if the fact that you are a brilliant artiste assuages anxiety is helpful this comment with be helpful.
Probably not, though. *snuggles* Go get uncaffeinated tea, or perhaps chicken soup, on my behalf?
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