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As I whisk by my house on the way to work, I go to post on livejournal. I forget to login. Livejournal asks me to prove that I am a human by typing some letters in. I always have trouble seeing those letters, by the way.

It's very odd; I'm still sleeping six hours a night and eating ridiculously little. I don't feel as if I'm heading to burnout this way, but perhaps I am anyhow? The thought of vacations far away is a soft quiet pull, not demanding, a little like the brush of the snowflakes outside. That's how I test for burnout; I feel for the pull of somewhere else.

The snow leaves me emotionally navel-gazing, feeling into myself, a sort of quiet blanket-wrapping so different from critical thought. The feeling is like polar fleece-- surprisingly warm for the lightness.

I keep testing for my old fears-- how badly will it hurt if I don't see him for a week? Do I worry, if I don't hear from him, that he will run away? Do I worry about time constantly? I seem to be doing well right now, though. I seem to be staying in now. Things seem to be good.

This seeming probably means they are.

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