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I deleted Domestication over on that new writing community. I'm not going to take it off here, though. I still like it enough that I want it recorded somewhere. Thanks Stewart, for sticking by  me this weekend. It's not been an easy one. I'm not sure why, but I've been getting that sucking feeling pulling at my chest all weekend. I know that trying to assauge it with alcohol was a bad idea, but honestly it was one of the only things that has made me feel good since Friday afternoon. I think I'm going to back to the sofa and read some more of my book.

I've found a better place to light my candles, more at the center of the living/diining room. It feels more 'right', even though I have to pull the piano bench over in order to do anything. The bookshelf hasn't ever felt right. The strength hasn't been within me for quite a while, not in any harnessable fashion. I need someone to talk to. Maybe. But I'm not sure that I'd be willing to talk to anyone who would offer. So don't feel offended, ok? It's just a mood, it isn't you.