Love, clear me of time wasted on holding on to flesh and blood
I haven't slept in a night and a half. I would really like to fall asleep before dawn. I feel incalculably stupid.
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handful_ofdust: things women in literature have died from. I'm pretty sure "Haven't seen the sea in a long time" is one of my problems.
We are now four episodes into the second season of Person of Interest. I get that a lifetime of imprinting on weird intelligent characters and a six-month immersion in film noir and pulp fiction has left me basically the target audience for this show, but I'm just really enjoying it, all right?
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We are now four episodes into the second season of Person of Interest. I get that a lifetime of imprinting on weird intelligent characters and a six-month immersion in film noir and pulp fiction has left me basically the target audience for this show, but I'm just really enjoying it, all right?

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Thank you. I am currently dealing with the worst insomnia I've experienced in ten years and when healthy I have the ability to function without sleep for three days straight, which turns out to be a really bad combination. I got about four hours last night and am going to try to improve my record right now.
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By the time you left this comment, I probably was!
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I also hope you get some sleep.
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So far, so good! See below to
I also hope you get some sleep.
Thank you. I did not manage very much, but I'm going to see what I can get tonight.
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I hope you've managed to sleep since you posted this.
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Oh, yeah. Tonight we watched the episode in which Reese successfully disguises his secret crimefighting identity from the investigative reporter he's dating by putting on a pair of glasses and pretending to get knocked out during the climactic fight, which is also the episode in which Finch also (online-)dates the investigative reporter on Reese's behalf and hides in his closet, which is full of guns. "The longer she stays, the more questions she'll have!"–"Imagine how many questions she'll have if she comes out and sees you here." The Chekhov's carousel and the squeaky toy were just lagniappe.
I hope you've managed to sleep since you posted this.
Not much, but I did. I'm about to attempt to repeat the same trick. Thank you!
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May you look upon the sea.
Nine
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You're welcome. I don't think I'm at risk for it personally, but I like "Shawl insufficiency."
May you look upon the sea.
Thank you.
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I once read a Victorian novel (title and author forgotten, but it certainly wasn't literature) in which a woman died of brain fever brought on by studying mathematics.
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Thank you. I have to say, it feels like it. I miss spending whole weeks in summer by the sea.
I once read a Victorian novel (title and author forgotten, but it certainly wasn't literature) in which a woman died of brain fever brought on by studying mathematics.
Jeez, it's like Lovelace darkfic.
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When I worked in the Financial District, I used to walk over to the Aquarium at lunch breaks; there's a bit of harbor, and you can watch the harbor seals without paying admission. Finding ocean you can swim in is harder, but seeing the ocean should be doable, at least?
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I have no plans to move to Gondor any time soon!
Finding ocean you can swim in is harder, but seeing the ocean should be doable, at least?
It should. I just need the time. Maybe a weekend. Or some harbor islands.
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I like your blessings.
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Yay!