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I am having one of those sorts of days where I want to go all *toddlerfistfootstamp* over everything.

Sigh.

Some of it is fixable. (My desk is a mess ... but that's what aides are for, and I still do have aides. I don't have any good active knitting projects ... but I have needles and yarn and that's what's important, right?)

Some of it is fixable if I can find a way to punch through the barriers of fear holding me in place. (Like trying to use some sort of tool to hold needles; my mind is going BUT WHAT IF I BREAK THEM ... because bamboo needles are so hard to find? Or like trying to do tutoring, which I'm just plain scared of.)

And some of it is just life.

Sometimes, I wish I were young enough to have a full-on tantrum without feeling embarrassed or idiotic about it.

onewordnesses

wow patch of doom: omgwtfflail
me: lethargic
my uterus: stab
nano: unlikely
ever being useful: improbable
sigma: chattery
friends: undeserved/awesome
tomorrow: inevitable
writing: stalled
mom: clingy
minecraft: addictive
emotions: uncontrollable
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