Physically and emotionally.
Just came from Manalmon and huff, I'm beat. The fever that I was trying to conquer disappeared up in the mountains, but decided to make its case when I got home.
My room is a mess again. I think that has some psychological meaning to it when your room is perpetually messy. Heck, even my desk at work is perpetually messy.
And in other news, nothing's new. I don't know why I'm still trying to figure you out after all this time. By now, you should be figured out already. But no. At the end of every week, I have totally different conclusions. Wrong, wrong.
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