I’m back, as you can see. Dear Riemann (who I have introduced here) found it high time that I slept a bit, given the fact that by then my functioning was limited to panic attacks and crying. So, instead of hyperventilating and hiding under my desk or under the bathroom sink, I was blissfully unaware of almost 24 hours of my life. It does wonders for one’s mental coherence, I can tell you that.
She also pointed out that I have been neglecting this blog… So I’m going to try and change that, even though I’ll have less spare time. She didn’t lie about the missed deadline, but crisis is averted for now… (the perks of being registered as insane, I guess.) I’ll have to put more effort in studying and researching, and less in panicking/reading and writing fanfiction/watching Battlestar Galactica/having sex/being delusional old me… (not that I put a lot of effort in those things, they just come naturally xD)
Either way, I’m back and hopefully back to stay. According to Experiment No.7, Riemann is not made for “long term body hijacking”, it makes her jittery as hell. It’s also possible that I’ve gained a pound from everything she has been eating. Since it’s not like me to be ungrateful, I’ll leave it at that with the complaints…
Much love, QP