you know what's fun? spending several weeks in pain from the moment you wake up to the moment you fall asleep, and then waking up only to discover yourself in the middle of an anxiety attack with no discernible cause and that you can't really do much about, *and* pain
you know what's -more- fun? having memory problems that result in you being literally unable to conceive what it's like to not be in pain after something like one or two weeks pass
anyway if you're wondering why i'm not on 35c3 or anything, it's because on any given day i can discover that the previous month or two is completely gone from my memory, and after questioning roommates it turns out i've spent it hiding in a corner somewhere, barely conscious
some of you have been envious of my "productivity". well guess what, if working on somethng is the only reliable way to temporarily escape this personal hell, i'll work for 30 hours in a row or however long i can stay awake, just to exist less
