TW:T - Twilight

Gentlewomen and Gentlemen of the Vox Chaotica Council! Thursday

I cannot prove anything actually exists, beyond my own consciousness. Perhaps all I have is my personality, and all the rest is a construction of my intelligence to try and make sense of a non-physical existence.

Object impermanence: √

Reconstruction of /*int functionEmotions(void) { }*/ : √

Late posting because band practice went for approximately five hours: √

Stress level: 1 2 3 4 |5| 6 7 8 9 10



Again there were no dreams, however, I am going to be significantly less dramatic about it because it's been long enough that my high emotional level seems dumb and useless in hindsight. I just didn't have any dreams that I remember (another post will deal with my desire to remember all my dreams)

Accomplishments: Band practice! It went very well, considering we were all a bit stressed, Grace was recovering from a root canal, and I was recuperating from my meltdown day. Zach and I stayed way too late at the gallery, but we got very comfortable with the music and how it was supposed to work. I found my center again, and the world became a better place. I gave out all my reserved tickets and everyone loved them.