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Today has, well, been One Of Those Days™. I'm yet again a roiling ball o'emotional tsuris, and, frankly, i'm both tired of it and tired of talking about it. My sleep patterns have also been knocked into a cocked hat, and not for any of the right reasons— somehow not getting enough sleep isn't as much of an issue if the reason for it was Something Fun™ like Middle Of The Night Romps™ but just sucks when it's Because My Mind Just Won't Fucking Quit Nagging Me Over Things About Which I Can Do Nothing In the Wee Small Hours of Early Morning™. Realistically, there isn't always anything i can do about them the other hours either, but at least they're not keeping me awake then.

I suppose i should do this in the stereotypically Goth manner and write Really Bad Poetry™ about how my Heart Cries Little Black Tears©, but even back in my angsty youth when i did write Really Bad Poetry it rarely lived to see the next morning, because i knew it was crap in the midst of it, and i wouldn't want to inflict that upon anyone, least of all people whom i like.