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I got home from the therapist this afternoon and shut myself up in my room, reading, writing, and burning candles and incense. I feel detached from the world at large, once again not wanting to deal with anything of middling importance. If I can't go do something wondrous, if I can't go take on some problem of grave importance, then I'll sit in my room and concern myself with very, very small things.

I haven't been able to hold conversations with people via AIM today or yesterday. I'll sign online and just have nothing to say. I miss people, because they are not here, and I do not get to talk to them for I can't have a conversation. If they were here maybe I would find something to say. But in the meantime I am rather enjoying feeling vaguely melancholy.

My head is filled with thoughts that don't want to translate into words. This inability to use words easily irritates me, for words are usually my strong point. I think part of it might be my reading material throwing my style off, but I think it's more just that I've had to partition myself from the world because of how badly I was dealing with it. There is little opportunity for self-sacrifice here.

-Claudia

Productiveness!

Edited and fixed formatting for third PPC spinoff chapter. Didn't post it, as Angelfire decided not to like me. Will try again later.

Rewrote entirety of fifth PPC spinoff chapter. By hand, so had to phone Ella to read it to her. Is not uber-flattering to her character, but apparently is funny.

Had successful conversation with Ella. Then again, had specific topic to talk about.

Wrote another page or two on vampire fic that started several years ago and needs rewriting again. Also by hand. I write better that way.

Got long email from Philosopher At Large. Was very informative but for the most part my reaction was "Wow. I got an email from the Philosopher at Large. *stares*".

Going to continue writing now...

-Claudia