Downward

[rinue]

I'm having one of those awful days where I feel like some kind of inhuman troll and dwell on everything I've ever misstated or misunderstood and every time somebody has looked at me funny and assume that I'm a terrible person who people find compelling but ultimately horrifying and alien. I've tried going to the cartoon museum and buying myself funny badges, but it hasn't helped. Nor has chocolate cake. I'll be going to a BBC comedy taping in a few minutes (about Blechley Park, no less), which might make a difference, but, really, what I could use right now is my friends.

I know this is stupid, but if you can, please say something nice about me in the comments - some time I helped you out or we had a fun time together. It can be little. Please, nothing clever and backhandedly nice about me being likeable despite something, or being powerful and evil; I couldn't handle it right now.

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[valancy.livejournal.com]

I can talk to you and know you'll make me feel more powerful and in control and wise than I really am, no matter how I felt before.

When you dress up, you appear magical - like a flaming blue butterfly alongside wood moths. Penny Lane if she'd gone to the party of "real people."

Your skin glows like something out of English myth.



I'm terribly tired, and while not in nearly so much pain as earlier, not entirely fabulous. Miss you.