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From now on, things are going to change.

I'm going to see The Drowsy Chaperone with Kelly in NYC tomorrow. It's really these sorts of things that fix my head.

It's going to be fun!

I tried explaining to someone about thinking without words, but I don't think it really worked. I don't know if there's a way to describe what I'm trying to describe. The jist of it is, though, that whatever this is isn't healthy, and after a while you're just floating without any assurance that you exist. It's kind of like that. It's interesting that 'thinking without words' is more convoluted than thinking with words, or what I assume most people do - or maybe I'm just batshit crazy. I really can't decide.

(I'm going to regret posting this later, but it's not like it's nothing that can't be said or shared, after all. I'm bitter about this point with someone. If I write something here, I want people to read it. Please read it. Otherwise, how do I know it's getting out?)

Don't want to end this on an alarming note, so: feed my toad. I'm low on Beans. And it loves you.