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An interesting thing: I'm slowly becoming aware of a deep... unhappiness? Dissatisfaction? Whatever it is, I've been feeling it for quite a while- and often dealing with it in unfortunate ways- but I'm only now become consciously aware of it, like a limb coming awake. I'm still not 100% sure of exactly what it entails, but it's clear there are core parts of myself- writing; photography; too many others to name here- that aren't getting sufficient expression. It's frustrating- but I'd rather know that there is a problem, than simply suffer it unaware.

DDDDDDDD:

So, for the last week or so, I've had a bad, nagging cough. This afternoon, I was coughing... and there was a tinge of blood in it. I just notified my supervisor at work (because, what if this is, gods forfend, something contagious); had a rather urgent call to my doctor, resulting in an appointment tomorrow afternoon; am currently trying to get my brain to calm the fuck down. Probably just a slightly ruptured/torn whateverthefuck from the apocalyptic coughing of the last few days, but still.

Goodbye, Sarah Jane Smith

Crap, and Elisabeth Sladen died; she was the first companion I remember. Only 63 :( (My sister's name was Sarah Jo Smith, which always privately amused me.)

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( Elisabeth Sladen, you are missed. )