Delusional (Everything I Say Matters)

I've been playing with my Envy/Greed ficlet on my, what, two whole days free in the last three weeks? And not studying for the Attitude/Communication test I have this morning. Oh well. That class isn't hard. It's my earliest one, so half the time I don't show up, because I CAN'T, because the fucking bus out to the boonies, where I live, is on the hour.

So, if I miss it, I'm an hour late, and by the time you add in my transfer and the traffic, I'm ninety-plus minutes late, and there went my whole lecture, and I got up at 4:45 FOR NOTHING.

And there was much *facedesk* throughout the land.

But yeah. There shall be slash upcoming.

I just don't have the level of output I want, but I never did, even when I was well.

This is me, shrugging with my hands. It's my tell, shrugging, so I've learned to do it by flipping my thumbs outward; a little shake of the hand instead of any shoulder movement. No one but me knows what the fuck it means, but whatever, they don't even know their movements telegraph, either.

I know something you don't know.

I'm having nightmares about space travel again. The scene with Jayne in the airlock? Not my biggest fear, but it still hits the OH CHRIST NONOnonoNONONO button pretty hard.

Press button, receive coward. Quick, be sure to use this knowledge to win our next debate. There will be another. There will be a test. There is always a test.

Ultimate Shield. You can't touch me.

I'm tired.