The more sensitive you are about something, the more resentfully you react to "the razor-sharp perceptions that cut just a little too deep". Ugh. And you have to pretend to be benign and mature and not care, because that's the best way to respond. Ooh, and imagine if you didn't. Dead-end!
It's been a week since we bounced around Sona's room to hyperactive tunes that matched the state of our poor nerves. Now that's over. When can we do it again?
Realized I have an attention-span the size of a sesame seed. (Not original. Sorry, Jaclyn Moriarity. Or was it a mustard seed?) I cannot do one task at a time. I have to be doing something else, non-work related surfing, such as this, and it will get me into trouble if I don't exercise some discipline and self-control.
I came upon one of those rare SEBs (SuperEloquent Blogs) in a chain of webcomic search. The girl both describes and illustrates a relationship real and so tender, your heart aches when you read that it's over. She stopped drawing The Girl in Black. But can she ever really stop? Did she really stop being a Goddess? You can't tell from reading...

What am I, darlin'?
A whisper in your ear?
A piece of your cake?
What am I, darlin?
The boy you can fear?
Or your biggest mistake?
- Damien Rice, Cheers Darlin'
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I left this post hanging and forgot all about it, so here I am again three days on. A bunch of small SJI boy scouts wandered by offering work and my mum put them to raking up all the leaves. Later she felt sorry for them and gave them 5 bucks each. I'll bet that's the most they got from any of the households. (Actually, I don't even know how the Scout System works anyway. Aren't they supposed to work for free for the sake of doing Good Deeds? I'm pretty sure that was written in the Brownie protocol.)
I'm worried about Huixin, who is fiercely good-hearted and confiding. After all her brickbats, she took it out on her lasagne. Is it fair that you have to hold it all in in order to be considered 'resilient', a word I hate as it is because it makes me think of rubber (resin?) and are otherwise considered feckless? I will never have her problem because I don't see a friend in every stranger. Perhaps I should. We are two extremes.