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[snarp]

I feel less fucked up today, but that’s still, you know, extremely fucked up even by ordinary standards? It took me more than half an hour to work myself up to eating the breakfast I optimistically prepared, I have basically not stopped jittering and monologuing at nonexistent heroes/villains for several days, and my face will not stop being puffy and red and intermittently bleeding, when my hands are sorta-steady enough to shave. I can’t get cleanser or lotion on it without it puffing up even worse, and experimental application of my usual dilute benzoyl peroxide cream yielded apocalyptic results. Olive oil only.

(I do unfortunately need to shave. I don’t otherwise mind how wiry my hair is, but leaving my fifteen-year-old-boy-density-beard to its own needle-like devices is not an option.)