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After accidentally spending four straight hours developing a story idea when I should have been sleeping (please don't get your hopes up, anyone, since the chances of me actually writing this approximate zero ([personal profile] emef, "anyone" means you (yes it is Person of Interest))), I again contemplate the eternal question: am I actually manic, or just a writer?

In other news, I learned... yesterday... that not only does such a thing as spreadable cookie paste exist, this inexplicable substance is actually vegan. I have not come to any conclusions about what to do with this information.

I will now become unconscious for a time.
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Nothing much even happened in it, outside my head. I mean, lots of things happened, obviously, and some of them even affected me, but in terms of my own personal experience, today was not a very exciting day in the life of the world. Outside my head.

Inside my head, though:

I figured out that the reason I've been increasingly failing to cope with life for the last week is that I was triggered -- or something close enough to triggered that I'll call it that, and live with the possibility that I'll repent of that decision someday -- by last week's episode of Covert Affairs.
I journaled about it.
I talked about it, and even had emotions while I was talking about it, and even showed those emotions while I was talking about it, and even -- most amazingly of all -- felt kind of better, after talking and having and showing emotions about it.
I noticed that tearful conversations and nightmare-interrupted sleep had left me exhausted, and took a nap.
I noticed that I was feeling incredibly agitated after tonight's episode of Covert Affairs (yes, yes, I know), and got some exercise, and worked on breathing, and tried to get a handle on how I was feeling.
I figured out why I was triggered by last week's Covert Affairs.
I had a snack when I noticed that I was headachey and unable to concentrate. It helped, both times.
I journaled about all the stuff I realized during much of the above.
I overcame the urge to mock myself for much of the above.
I gave myself credit for all of the above.

I am, I think, in short, something of a hero.

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