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Sunday, 1 September 2019

I vanish from myself

My assumption that my brain was being too much of a jerk has been confirmed.  Have spent much of today staring at the sheet for my assignment and failing to work out what I am supposed to be doing.  I just can't get the words to make sense.

Also, I realised I can remember nothing of the plot of characters from Carnival Row or of the Dark Crystal series.  My brain is just holding nothing.

I should have done the assignment at the start of the holiday, but I had no way of knowing my brain was going to abandon me so hard.



[edit: later]
I managed to make the day worse.  I realised I had been ripping out chunks of my hair so vacuumed them up.  In the process of putting the vacuum away I managed to blunt-force-trauma gash open my ankle.  So much blood and hurt.
I am too much of a spaz to exist.

And my attempts at my assignment still go nowhere.

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