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The brain, she has broken.

Stuff that's been stressing me out over the past few months:

  1. My roommates breaking up.
  2. Having my priestess-confessor go on up-training leave.
  3. Training for new positions at work.
  4. Assorted drama associated with roommates leaving, including holes in walls.
  5. Crisis management of a crisis not mine.
  6. Having to move before I was ready to.
  7. More training for new positions at work.
  8. Having illusions about my childhood and people I knew then shattered brutally.
  9. Grieving for people who are now dead to me.
  10. Dealing with a third bond and all that entails, including my evil twin's trademark "get to know me like a fire hose" communications style (I share this style, and don't mind it, but it takes a lot of attention).
  11. Packing and moving.
  12. Not getting to talk to Darkside half enough.
  13. Dealing with the crises associated with the new apartment (cabinets, door lock, dishwasher, and a thousand smaller things).
  14. Helping friends move.
  15. Helping my #3 bondmate deal with his life and grief and those things about him that I am uniquely suited to understand.
  16. Actually living by myself for the first time in my life.
  17. Not getting to talk to Darkside even a quarter enough.
  18. Darkside's reaction to my new bond/bondmate.
  19. Extreme spiritual Freaky Shit going on.
  20. Cumulative emotional stress causing work problems.

With all this, my multitasking ability has been shot to shit, because I'm already focusing on too many things at once. I had a long talk with V tonight; she was worried given that I haven't really been able to write, and I can't focus anymore, and I haven't had much of a chance to just go unsprung.

So that's what's been on my mind. Plus more, I'm sure. But ... that's rather a lot for one Lunatic to be dealing with, as some of those are full-time.

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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