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Not again

Waiter! Get me a place to sit in the sun, a copy of the Guardian, two hundred of your finest cigarettes, a very large drink, and an emergency lobotomy.

This year, as with last, things are all piling up in my head, concrete blocks around my trains of thought. I need to find time to write, and soon. I'm not going to get as bad as last year. I won't let myself.

But these things always happen together, and always at this time of year.

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aarondb
Apr. 25th, 2005 03:09 pm (UTC)
Are you getting that 'build-up to terminal intensity' feeling?

Yeah, me too.
digitalraven
Apr. 25th, 2005 10:43 pm (UTC)
Too fucking right. Beltane, plus numerous other things (some in a locked post shortly after this comment, others I shall mail you about).

I hope I don't have another breakdown. I doubt if I could handle that.
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