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<p>So much happened!  Start with after I went to bed last night.</p>
<p>Whilst doing farreiki on an unnamed entity, I got stuck on position 4 of the head (head cradle) for about fifteen minutes and ended up unintentionally taking the problem into myself, which I quickly dispelled most of (left a bit of a migraine) by just letting it flow through and out of me.  After that I spasmed for a while in bed, tensing up uncontrollably and writhing about in general goodness before <em>that</em> feeling left.  Afterwards, I read some <u>Sins of Jesus</u> and went to bed, getting a whopping four hours of sleep.</p>
<p>This morning, I had an awful time waking up, but I eventually did it, making it to Shannon&rsquo;s on time to get everyone picked up for the BREAKFAST OF DOOM, whereupon we all ate ourselves sick and I spent money.  We wandered around for a bit before ending up sprawled in a fire-escape at FHS with Shannon in my lap, me in Ryan&rsquo;s lap, and Andrew in Kiran&rsquo;s lap.  Andrew ditched to go shooting with Ryan and Kiran, while I went to bomb a history test.  That&rsquo;s when things started getting really weird.  I had a percoset relapse (whether that&rsquo;s what it was or not, it felt oddly similar to the real thing: an incurable itch buried beneath my skin, to the point where I can&rsquo;t actually scratch it) near the end of the period, and then in choir I imploded from empathy - so many emotions from others that I had no room for my own.  Then, horns grew from my chest and head, and wings from my back; a giant fox escaped, left, and exploded into a thousand birds over Viele.  Mind you, none of this really happened, but I sure felt strange.  During latin, I exploded from empathy in a patchwork swirl of colors while Starin et al. stared on as I banged my head against the desk.  Ms. Gibert didn&rsquo;t notice.  I yelled for help inaudibly and searched out white points of light in the black silhouette of Boulder.  I yelled at Ryan and searched for Moondog.</p>
<p>Afterwards, I figured out how to regain control (mostly) and just in time for the bell to ring.  I got a small mocha at Cafe Sole, got eaten by small greenish crystals on a table while supposed psychics did fairy readings from a kids book, and here I am, about to take a shower and get ready for Great Works rehearsal, and then group, whereupon I shall request to Reiki Moondog (again) during the speakers board on gay marriage.  Hopefully I don&rsquo;t ex-/im-plode again  ^^</p>
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			`<p>So much happened! Start with after I went to bed last night.</p>`
update from sparkleup 2020-04-23 20:55:07 +00:00			<p>Whilst doing farreiki on an unnamed entity, I got stuck on position 4 of the head (head cradle) for about fifteen minutes and ended up unintentionally taking the problem into myself, which I quickly dispelled most of (left a bit of a migraine) by just letting it flow through and out of me. After that I spasmed for a while in bed, tensing up uncontrollably and writhing about in general goodness before <em>that</em> feeling left. Afterwards, I read some <u>Sins of Jesus</u> and went to bed, getting a whopping four hours of sleep.</p>
update from sparkleup 2020-06-24 07:10:07 +00:00			<p>This morning, I had an awful time waking up, but I eventually did it, making it to Shannon’s on time to get everyone picked up for the BREAKFAST OF DOOM, whereupon we all ate ourselves sick and I spent money. We wandered around for a bit before ending up sprawled in a fire-escape at FHS with Shannon in my lap, me in Ryan’s lap, and Andrew in Kiran’s lap. Andrew ditched to go shooting with Ryan and Kiran, while I went to bomb a history test. That’s when things started getting really weird. I had a percoset relapse (whether that’s what it was or not, it felt oddly similar to the real thing: an incurable itch buried beneath my skin, to the point where I can’t actually scratch it) near the end of the period, and then in choir I imploded from empathy - so many emotions from others that I had no room for my own. Then, horns grew from my chest and head, and wings from my back; a giant fox escaped, left, and exploded into a thousand birds over Viele. Mind you, none of this really happened, but I sure felt strange. During latin, I exploded from empathy in a patchwork swirl of colors while Starin et al. stared on as I banged my head against the desk. Ms. Gibert didn’t notice. I yelled for help inaudibly and searched out white points of light in the black silhouette of Boulder. I yelled at Ryan and searched for Moondog.</p>
			`<p>Afterwards, I figured out how to regain control (mostly) and just in time for the bell to ring. I got a small mocha at Cafe Sole, got eaten by small greenish crystals on a table while supposed psychics did fairy readings from a kids book, and here I am, about to take a shower and get ready for Great Works rehearsal, and then group, whereupon I shall request to Reiki Moondog (again) during the speakers board on gay marriage. Hopefully I don’t ex-/im-plode again ^^</p>`
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