mental health, weird shit
@body@mastodon.social A woman whose voice I don't know but whose identity as "Mistress" seized me in the middle of a deep trance, corrected my performance, reminded me of the value of scheduling, and proceeded to spend the day instructing me on my paracosm's cosmology, cosmogony, and natural philosophy. I'm apparently late for my second-form dissertation. I got an extension today.
I doubt you have too much to worry about.