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Saturday, 21 November 2020

Talking to myself like a fucking crazy person

I have angered my body somehow.  It is doing the weird too-exhausted-to-move-but-rather-manic thing.  Thus chatting to myself, or more accurately thinking out loud.  I vaguely recall this was how changing dose on my anti-epilepsy meds felt but I haven't changed them in years (I had planned to do it this year but then the whole respiratory and thyroid distractions came along).


I guess I just have a day of no filter between thoughts and things coming out my mouth.  Occasionally, poorly, in song.

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