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Up late again, in the early hours of the morning. My computer crashed and I lost all the logs of everything I did last night. Should have rebooted when the computer started acting weird... damn it. I was ain rare evil form last night too.

So I'm up, dehydrated, and thinking I need to clean the kitchen before it gets any worse. Taking out the temper on the stove.

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Not much journaling recently. The strangeness in me does not want to translate here, and these burdens are really mine to bear. So instead I talk on the phone, stay up til 3am night after night messing with chat programs, and writing things that have no bearing on anything at all.

So here we are. Watching Police videos on VH1, and cooking dinner. Simple Texas casserole, rice and black eyed peas, chicken, onion, red bell pepper and barbeque sauce. Warm, filling food. I'm going to bake yet another cake later. Something about the season I suppose, and my forced inactivity, results in all this cleaning and cooking and restless wandering.

Nick's going to take a leave of absence from school. With a shattered wrist and the anticipated time for recovery and physical therapy after the surgery, he can't very well finish his set design work. Very sad.

There's a lot of sound inside my head.