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...or a Real Job, whichever. - Diary of a Necromancer
Excuse me, I'm making perfect sense, you're just not keeping up
robling_t
robling_t
...or a Real Job, whichever.
Up yet again at Unreasonable Hour after complete randomization of sleep-schedule. It occurred to me, waking up from nightmares in a very strange state, that actually I do have a lead on the identifying my needs as a step to considering getting them met question: I need to not be living the sort of life where I wake up like that and I don't have offline access to anyone to talk me down from it. Not sure how I'd begin to go about arranging that at this point in my life, since I've obviously failed miserably at attempts so far, but I'll throw that out there to see if someone who's not looking at the tangle from inside of it can see the yarn-end...

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morgynleri_fic From: morgynleri_fic Date: August 8th, 2010 02:14 am (UTC) (permalink this entry)
*hugs you tightly* I can email you my cell phone number if calling someone is useful (though I'm afraid it wouldn't be much use for another week or so, until I'm home and can locate the little bastard and charge it). Which is what I offer many of my friends, because so long as it isn't the middle of my sleep that night, I'm usually available. And if I am asleep, and not able to answer my phone, I'm pretty good about calling back when people leave a message.
robling_t From: robling_t Date: August 8th, 2010 12:22 pm (UTC) (permalink this entry)
Unlike my supervisor at the census gig, who left me hanging for two weeks before someone eventually turned up to say "yes, we're done, we need the satchel back"...? {sigh} Sure, every little bit of ammunition against the brainweasels helps.
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