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I am staying home because of a cold, a sore throat and paranoia.

Which means I get to torture you all! Nothing much happened except sleep and wondering why the hell I was afraid my blanket was turning into a snake. No work on voice demo, but I will probably tomorrow.

I found this essay, and feel weirdly gratified that I am not the only who thought, "They were how old when they got their first book published/band signed/movie produced. Aaaaaack! I'm twenty-six. I spent so much time fucking around in college! My big chance has passed! I will contribute nothing to the world and die bitter and frustrated!" Especially if it was someone I felt sucked.

Oh and that infamous purity test results:

( I cut because I care )

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Today I am still buzzing from someone else's glow. I think I understand compersion a little better, although I didn't realize that compersion can be applied to acquaintances you think are kinda cute but not interested in you (though touchy in a good way). I think she has a livejournal too, but I didn't ask for it.

I didn't want to go to work today, I just wanted to lie in bed, then wander. But I did. I ought to get a gold star. Gag.

Plans after demo: get driver's licence. Maybe passport. Because I want to wander more, and further. I want to see people and tell them I miss them.