Spacefem (spacefem) wrote,

made it

I made it home. I still can't talk. It's freaking me out. You know those stories about religious people who take vows of silence and whatnot? How the hell does that work? I'd explode if I took a vow of silence. I might explode now.

I got home and couldn't talk to my parakeets. I never even realized I did talk to my parakeets. What's wrong with me, they're birds! But they're sitting there looking at me expecting it... I've had this whole speech communication thing going with my pets that I didn't even know about.

Stopped at a store. Couldn't thank any clerks, just had to smile at them.

Oh well. I plan to sit here and drink tea and nurse myself back to health. I'm sure by tomorrow I'll be okay again. I hope I'm okay again.

There's all these stories about computer nerds who get that way by withdrawing into themselves and always being the "quiet one"... I guess in a way I could have been quiet once, and I'd certainly call myself a thoughtful person. But I don't keep my thoughts to myself, online or in the real world. I got some things to say.

Maybe I should learn sign language in case this ever happens for an extended period of time.

In other news I'm coughing up some facinating substances so I've got that to keep me entertained for a bit, yup.
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