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We settled our internal dispute on the Headcouncil amiably.
Noelle was packed off to a private fantasy sanitarium that I will not be giving the details of until I make a proper AD account, and she herself will probably remember no details of. :) Director H & Laika have gone off clubbing in Space Ibiza for a few weeks. Kirsch is in the basement and won't talk to us but promises good things when zie gets out.
For now, it's just Rezeya and me-as-Alba, cattin it up.
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I definitely need some more time Under The Couch before I can consider myself recuperated and eager/able to socialize, without either second-guessing my every single move or worrying about annoying you all.
Therapy is still on the table, but it's gonna be difficult to find someone I trusted as much as my last therapist. Mostly I think I just need a couple of months with no major emotional upheavals either inflicted upon, or ineptly caused by, yours truly.
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Also, I should really consider either renaming or rebranding this account. Poor Valis is NOT a load-bearing zebra.
He was only ever intended to be a cute and fluffy afterdark, when I had DRASTICALLY mis-estimated what I was going to end up using 500 characters and a mostly-furry audience for. Poor little aging clubkid has had to go all pensive for me.
Plus, I'm really feeling much more like a disillusioned, overly-Terranized mooncat than a flightly cabana zebra.
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Today I feel pretty decent. Every major and immediate source of ego damage has been sealed off and concreted over, and if I can just get in one good solid day of Earth Money Human Job in, and a good start on the Red Half of Parallax, I'll be okay.
I have a reasonably uncranky dragon to pet, a few dregs of cannabis, and heart-croggling amounts of caffeine, and maybe I can make this coning week good by just STARING AT IT REAL HARD until it goes belly-up in surrender.