2005-10-31 - 8:37 a.m.
Indeed!
Any impression that I'm actually awake is an illusion fostered by my ability to walk, drive, and type in my sleep. I am *so* not in right now. Leave a message after the beep, but don't expect much. Work is stress-riddled - I love my job, but I don't neccessarily want to do more of it, you know? I have carefully cultivated a perfect little nest where I can hide behind foot-high stacks of papers that conceal my very existence. (Or at least, they would if I wore more white and accessorized with hot-pink Post-Its.) While I often feel somewhat overwhelmed (I whelm easily), I'm hitting new records at the moment, leading to a slightly higher consumption of anti-anxiety drugs, and an increase in stress-related insomnia, hence the ambulatory-but-not-all-there state of things this morning. My whelm runneth over currently; I just have to make it through the next ten years, and I'll be fine, I'm sure.
Dorsal - Ventral
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