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[whitereflection]

Really frelling tired. Retro CD day, with one listen to Best of New Order and repeat listens to Pet Shop Boys Discography and Depeche Mode Violator. Normal desk work went ok, but the Docs Desk hour kind of kicked my ass. Stomach is hurting for some reason. Went from fall-broody to broody to moody to irritable. And am worried about Arty, because I haven't seen him online in days and that's out of the ordinary. If I had energy/time, I probably would've written something fannish or original today--creativity was there, though not ideas or inspiration, just vague feelings. At least would have done some introspective rambling essay. Also felt like doing oil pastel stuff, but not now. Too tired to do anything--even am walking slouchy. Eh.