I hate being sick because my brain doesn't know what it wants me to be doing, but whatever it is I'm doing isn't it.
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I hate being sick because my brain doesn't know what it wants me to be doing, but whatever it is I'm doing isn't it.
Today brain decided to have an unhelpful meltdown about immigration, so that was fun.
(Not, like, immigration as a concept, the actual concrete reality that is me having about 1 year to jump through a bunch of hoops in the hopes of staying in my current country of residence, or figuring out where the hell to move back to in the US because I can’t afford to live in my hometown anymore and I don’t know where else to go.)
But in more positive news, I got the H/C exchange assignment and it’s in my wheelhouse so I’m good on that front! Boom, I am ready to write some lovely hurt/comfort.