Symptom: boring. I could sound so boring if I wanted to. I've been finishing all my correspondence on time, going to bed before midnight, waking early, sweating a lot on purpose, and eating right. I've begun teacher training at this lovely studio. I've been telling my ducks to get in a row and they've been listening. Maybe it means nothing. Maybe it means I choose life, in the non-oppressive way.Yesterday's yesterday, 23rd January, was mindtroll's first birthday. Can you believe it? For one year I have been oppressing people with links about brain-exploding concerts. A human child at one year is nigh useless; a troll at one year is world-dominating. That's the difference.
If you've grown very bored by now, please read this definition at urbandictionary.com -- nestled there, comfortably between "dolterguiest" (sic) and "dolthead" is the terrible brainbaby that I've begun to use for all over town to mean "general fail." Geez, I just realized I've used three baby-related metaphors in this post. But I'm not going to self-edit now!!!!