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Ever have one of those days where you feel like a transplanted organ that's being rejected, and that reality itself is the one rejecting you? That's been my whole year so far.

Also, it appears someone else finally made Gerbilmechs one of their interests. The knowledge of nanotechnologically-enhanced gerbils and Food Satan is spreading....

Date: 2004-09-04 01:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] winterwing.livejournal.com
1. Days? I've had days when I didn't feel like that, does that count? :D

2. "Hey hey hey I'm guilty, and you're guilty too..."

Date: 2004-09-04 03:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sparksol.livejournal.com
Of course it counts. Is it more a physical pressure or a mental crushing for you?

Date: 2004-09-05 12:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] winterwing.livejournal.com
More of the mental thing, I guess. The constant awareness of Impending Doomâ„¢ and such can sometimes take on a visceral feel. Some days it's more metaphorical than others. :P

Date: 2004-09-05 07:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sparksol.livejournal.com
I get a physical pressure. Well, it sure feels physical to me, at least. Sometimes it's external, sometimes internal. I'll know for sure when I pop or implode.

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