My left eye has been twitching, on and off, for over a week now. It's driving me batshit. Batshit. It also gives me a headache if it goes on uninterupted for too long. It sucks.

I've been really down lately. Since I can't for the life of me figure out why I'm so depressed, I'm going to call it S.A.D. (Seasonal Affective Disorder) and not worry about it too much. Except that at times the melancholy is so bad it's crushing. That's not good. I resent that kind of thing.

Maybe it's my birthday. I'll be 33 on Monday. I've decided not to do my joke about being 29 and X months this year, as it was getting silly. But maybe that helped. Though I don't usually worry overmuch about ageing, I guess I've been dwelling on it a bit more than usual lately. Seeing my body age, realizing that I'll never be young again... I suppose that's never fun.

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This week's story isn't going as fast as l'd hoped. I'm using a different voice, which is ok I guess, but it means I get all het up every time I come back to it, worried that I'm not matching the voice to what I'd done before. Sigh. This is all because of a poem I wrote in 7th grade, where I wrote half of it one day and half of it a few days later, and the teacher pointed out the difference in voice between the two segments. I don't know that I've ever recovered from the idea that writing different things at different times can lead to things not matching up. I'm scarred, scarred I tell you!


I'm too Eh to write much more today. Hope you all are having a better January than I am!