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Thursday, November 01, 2007Y

How do these things work?

I seek a stronger definition than the one offered by wikipedia or webster. Strange enough (and absolutely bizarre) I found a really helpful article in this online zine for mums? I attribute such a positive response to the well-thumbed stacks of family cirle editions that lay in my home. Also, such magazines tend to focus on rather interesting issues and filter out the frivolous.

Or I could just admit I'm weird *tilts head cheekily.

It isn't like some pressing issue and yet -my mind's anxiety net manages to catch every tiny detail, until my head collapses under the weight of it all.

And I was supposed to have an easy quarter.


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Well, to be fair, I don't have a heavy load- yet. The prospect of next quarter is the bigger source of worry.

I have an overactive internal mechanism. It attempts to overanalyze everything, until it's exhausted every mental resource my mind has to offer. And while the internal whirring never ceases to agitate me, my external perception has dulled to a rusty, blunt, stub. I am eternally grateful I found my way to a convenience store and back, within the course of an hour. Or was it two?




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