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<p>Fucking things up since 1986.</p>
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So here&rsquo;s the dealyo. Last night, I finished fixing the QL-17 after five flushes of the shutter and several Q-tips. I got people angry at me online, then went to bed. I couldn&rsquo;t sleep because I couldn&rsquo;t stop thinking about burning my hand on the stove for some reason. I got up and made myself a cup of tea, spending about fifteen minutes putting my hand over the still-hot element like I was daring myself to just put it down on there or something. Of course, it friggin&rsquo; hurt, so that&rsquo;d bring me back to my senses, but then I&rsquo;d do it again. Stupid.</p>
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<p>I got back online after a bit and fiddled with the QL-17. Apparently, I failed at cleaning the lens, so I took it back apart and cleaned the top element again, pretty much permanently fucking it up by using a too-abrasive cloth. I loaded some 400TX so that I can see how badly I damaged it, and everything seemed to be working fine. Speeds are okay, metering was working, I was pretty happy anyway, so I went back to bed (about 2).</p>
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<p>The next hour&rsquo;s sorta hazy. I remember catching the cat chewing on my phone cord again, scruffing her, and yelling at her for a bit. I dragged her to the bathroom and gave her a brief bath/punishment which she really didn&rsquo;t deserve. Seeing her all freaked out and scared of me made me snap or something, I guess. I sort of remember being curled naked by the bookshelf hyperventilating and crying, then moving to my bed where the bar wouldn&rsquo;t poke me in the back and doing the same. Breathing was really fast and forced, and I was nearly growling at moments. Next thing I knew, it was 3, the cat was locked out of my room, and my eyes were burning.</p>
<p>Today&rsquo;s just kind of weird. I slept through my first class, which pissed me off, then took my camera to the Alley Cat before my lesson and found the meter broken (on the QL-17, it won&rsquo;t let you take a picture in Tv if it doesn&rsquo;t meter correctly, so now I have a fully-manual camera), which made me incredibly depressed. At the Alley Cat, I got a free mocha from Neal, then had my best voice lesson yet this year. Now I&rsquo;m just confused. Been a weird couple of hours.</p>
<p>Also, I have these weird.. things on my knuckles of my left hand. They&rsquo;re almost like callouses, but they&rsquo;re kind of puffy instead of hard. Greenish-brown of dead skin, and rough, but not hardened or nerveless.</p>
<p>Anyway, the cat&rsquo;s still kinda shaken, but fine, almost like she understood that things weren&rsquo;t quite right last night. She was purring for food this morning and head-bumping me cautiously. Sleeping under the covers now</p>
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