It's becoming raw slowly.
This is why I wanted to be alone: so that it would hit me.
It's getting hard.
The jazz is helping.
I will turn it up and bathe.
Then I will work.
And I will get the kinks out of my neck.
My neck hurts.
And my mind is swirling. Nonstop.
I think I'm getting a teeny weeny bit depressed.

Speedmouse was good.
But I need to come to terms with reality.