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Head do things.

My brain's a weird place. Most people don't go there, especially not on vacation.

Naomi is entering the wonderful world of the teenage. God. This is going to make school & job that much more interesting, especially if Naomi's the one getting the job. Maybe this time around we'll have clearer skin, though.

You see, as Motley puts it, most people have their inner child manifest when they're doing art and the like. My inner child is ... eek, she says she's 12 ... and she manifests when we're head-down geeking and not coming out 'cause we're too busy.

Now. Take a teenager, sleep-dep the body she's in, and have her work on something entirely frustrating (trying to get the 'net connection to share over the LAN, specifically, when we can't figure out what's wrong). Oh, and add in some pressure to get it done from roommates going insane from withdrawl symptoms, and a time constraint of "try and get it done before we hafta leave for work." Result? Angry, nearly-tearful teen stomping out the door announcing how much she hates computers (she loves them, and would be heartbroken if she were without Tigereye) and nearly forgetting her lunch, and creating a scene.

Now, just remember that it's my body all this is happening with...
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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