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[victormakesart]

I'm being sort of moodswingy, so ye be warned. I'm rather depressed, and I've been crying a lot. I've also become extra-creative to compensate. In other words, I'm a mess. An honest-to-God mess. But yeah. So if I randomly start crying...don't worry about it.

It's just happening. I can't stop it any more than I can stop being afraid of stupid phobias. They're getting worse, but I think it's just because I'm sad. I don't want to have to leave my room, because I'm terrified that I'll run into a dead something-or-other. I do, of course, leave my room anyway. But I walk the long way so I can be sure to avoid the spot where the bird was yesterday. Even though Nicole swears it isn't there anymore.

I don't think people understand how scared I am of some things. I'm not a joke! I get so scared sometimes, it makes me feel ill. It stops my thought.

I finished my first paper for "the human situation". It has to do with kleos and honor in The Iliad. I really like Achilles's shield. Homer went into four pages of visual description in the name of art. Score one for artists!

I keep thinking that I see Keenan, around campus, but that isn't possible.

I won an argument! I readily admit that my opinion is slightly skewed. But it doesn't mean I'm not right.

I'm going to see a famous poet next week. This is my pilgrimage. This is my enlightenment, my spiritual redemption. Oh my goodness I can't wait!

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[warriormayhew.livejournal.com]

"I don't think there are stupid phobias. If you're scared of something, it's something scary." He smiles slightly. "Anything I can do to help?"

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

She shrugged. "Guess so." And here, audience, is where you take your collective gasps. Too depressed to argue! Who'd've thunk it? "Nah. Thanks, though."

[warriormayhew.livejournal.com]

"Are you all right?" He gives her a worried look.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Things'll be fine."

[warriormayhew.livejournal.com]

"If you say so." He, however, doesn't sound certain.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

Another shrug. "Just moodswingy."

[warriormayhew.livejournal.com]

"Well, how should we go about cheering you up, then?"

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

She shrugged. Wow, that was a lot of shrugging. "Dunno. I c'n just let it run its course."

[warriormayhew.livejournal.com]

"No, that won't do at all. Come on, I'll fix you a cuppa tea."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"'Kay. I'll be helpful, then?"

[warriormayhew.livejournal.com]

"Well. You might at least be able to shake those doldrums of yours. Tea's wonderful for that, you know."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"That'd be nice."

[warriormayhew.livejournal.com]

"Of course it would." He smiles and leads her to the kitchen, where he sets a kettle on and starts weighing the tea options.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." She hovered around behind him, watching. "C'n I help?"

[warriormayhew.livejournal.com]

"If you'd like. What kind of tea would you prefer?"

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Dunno. Whatever you get."

[warriormayhew.livejournal.com]

"Ah. Right. Hmmm." He peers at a few boxes, and finally decides on ordinary enough Earl Grey. "Would you get the teapot out?" He points to a cupboard.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

She leaned up and took the teapot carefully, drumming her fingers on the sides. She set it on the counter next to him.

[warriormayhew.livejournal.com]

"Thanks." He smiles. After a moment, he fills the pot with hot water to warm it, waiting for the kettle to boil.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Oh! 'M not drinkin' coffee anymore. F'r a real long time."

[warriormayhew.livejournal.com]

"That's probably for the best," he says, setting the pot down.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"But 'm addicted an' it ain't easy." She paused. "Yeah. Pro'lly f'r the best."

[warriormayhew.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry. Um."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

She brightened slightly. "Withdrawal is over, though."

[warriormayhew.livejournal.com]

"That's good, at any rate."