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rl: all-nighter moonlighter, rl: bright college years

You know, I know that I used to be an innocent, charming young girl; fluttery white skirts, singing with birds, loving life's little pleasures. I just don't remember it. It's been a long slow nervous breakdown into my current state of curmudgeonly distaste for everything, but I didn't really realize how bad it had gotten until yesterday I was complaining to myself, "It's bad enough to be woken with the smell of freshly-cut grass, but do I actually have to touch all these cookies fresh out of the oven?!"

It's mostly thesis. I'm responding to everything with a beautiful irrationality. I woke up this morning laughing at myself for the fact that I seem to be literally writing all the imagination out of me, because the dream I'd just had consisted of a conversation about contexts in which it is insulting to be asked "Are you Jewish?" Hilariously boring! It took me a good ten more minutes to remember that that conversation had taken place in space in the aftermath of the first battle of the wars against the space whales, which I had sat out due to my secret Magical Girl heritage as the princess of, I am not kidding, Yale, interfering with the space drugs we were supposed to take to make us fight.