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it was an hour's walk, in the rain, but it was worth it.

i am sitting in my room, on the internet, on

oxfordgirl's spare laptop. give her things! she deserves them.

i'm on the internet with natural light and fresh air, drinking vanilla tea, in the hope that the migraine from wadham's underground hell-hole of a computer centre will go away now.

and i'm about to head off to the Uni Counselling Services for my second "Creative Stress Management" group. last week i managed not to laugh at all when i was told to "see my thoughts like clouds in the sky"... i feel this must mean i'm making progress.

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"see my thoughts like clouds in the sky"

What, you mean vague ill-defined things, changing and mutating, almost but never quite resembling something recognisable, and quite impossible to properly grab hold of?

Sounds like my thoughts, when I'm trying to do maths. But this does not improve my level of stress about maths.

or possibly just "things that get in the way of it being a nice day"...?

I like some clouds tend to make a day nicer.

So in order to be happy, one must not think? Hmmm...

That's true. My friend John simply doesn't think about bad things and he is the happiest man I know. I suspect that he'll explode, or implode more likely, one day though in a shimmering cloud of black and horror. Also he pisses everyone he knows off to a simply astonishing standard.

That also applies happily to `me thinking about maths'.

No. I am feeling cheerful about maths today. I will not make such comments.

All of these things can only be good. *hugs*

Hum...

Clouds are pretty.

I have nothing to say. As you can see.

What kind of clouds? Storm clouds? =P

I think Oxfordgirl is a good person to help you out so. Monkey would be safe around her, I think.

"good and evil themselves, however, are but fugitive shadows and damp afflictions and passing clouds."

- Thus Spake Zarusthra

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