Interlude

15th January 2004

There was always going to be a time to make a conscious effort, to move towards sanity as you all know it. I am going to find out whether all this time, it really was my intellect I was speaking to. It may feel zombie like in the beginning, but I hope the outpour can continue. It began with tears, and although it doesn't seem to be the end, it's crying anyway. It's a bold bold effort, and it may not last. I'm giving up a lot, but I promise and hope that if I cannot take it anymore, the good One watching above would pull me out and return me to my eccentric self, the self many of you failed to understand, and now won't have to worry about.

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