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As I was explaining today to someone who does not exist but if he did, his birthday would be in April, the human range of emotion is like if you were baking a hundred batches of cookies. Most of what you'd have is cookies. Worthy of a good snacking and some milk. But you'd also have some that were just dough or had only begun to bake in the oven. And you'd also have the ones that were horrible little lumps of charcoal that should be thrown into the garbage and never spoken of again.

I'm also working on my children's edutainment song, 'Not Every Feeling Is Valid'. My singing voice is, as you can imagine, pure misery to listen to.

I'm having school problems I don't wanna get into but is no one's fault but my own. I'm honestly not sure what to do because time is moving ever onward and I'm missing information I can't seem to find and some that won't arrive until this afternoon. And both my deadlines are the 8th. I may have to... ask for help? Disgusting. What am I, a community socialized creature? Bah.

We had a massive snowstorm and rainstorm and sleetstorm. I'm not sure when each occurred, because I've been having over the past week: a migraine, the odinsleep, and odinsleep: part 2.

It's very hard to get work done when you can't seem to keep conscious.

I'm enjoying Animal Crossing, btw. Making Looks for my character is a lot of fun. I expanded my house SOLELY so I could have more storage space for clothes.

I was, as you can guess, a barbie kid. (and a my little pony kid)