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I think I might be having a nervous breakdown. Mind you, at least it will be a funny nervous breakdown.

I nearly broke down in a subway station tonight.

I feel so fundamentally exhuasted right now, you have now idea. Imagine not sleeping for a week straight, and then being asked to run the Boston marathon. That's how I feel.

I wish I had a good reason for it. I don't. I just feel like I've given up. No more last stances, no more great battles. Just weary handwaves and archducual gestures of total obsculency. I can think of a whole lot of things I should focus on, but, hell, I'm weary just considering them.

So, that's me right now. If you get in contact, and I seem less than my stunningly
witty self, it's because I'm likely fighting from screaming.

I wish I could sleep more than four hours a night.