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Stupid, stupid insomnia. I took a Sonata around 12:30 last night (when it was apparent that it was going to be one of Those Nights) ... and was awake until sometime after 4AM. Yes, every now and then I have a bout of insomnia that laughs and laughs at anything I may try to conquer it with. Everything feels just slightly out of my reach and/or out of focus today, wheee.
Of course, I have a firm belief that dressing up makes one feel better, so I give you Shallow Fashion Details, Queen of Insomnia version:
( Yes, behind a cut tag. Just like always )
Percolating in the back of my brain is a(nother) big essay on Being A Goth; the difference between those who grew into it and those who grew out of it ("It's just a phase"), why it's okay for us to gently mock ourselves (but why we get cross when others treat us as a joke), and why some parts of the cliché are more difficult for people to admit to or embrace than others. But, alas, that essay will have to wait until after I've gotten a bit more sleep.
... okay, after I've gotten a bit more sleep, written a certain thing for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
theda and balzacq, and dithered a bit more about what I'm going to wear to the Dead Can Dance concert on Sunday. But I will eventually write it, I swear.
Of course, I have a firm belief that dressing up makes one feel better, so I give you Shallow Fashion Details, Queen of Insomnia version:
( Yes, behind a cut tag. Just like always )
Percolating in the back of my brain is a(nother) big essay on Being A Goth; the difference between those who grew into it and those who grew out of it ("It's just a phase"), why it's okay for us to gently mock ourselves (but why we get cross when others treat us as a joke), and why some parts of the cliché are more difficult for people to admit to or embrace than others. But, alas, that essay will have to wait until after I've gotten a bit more sleep.
... okay, after I've gotten a bit more sleep, written a certain thing for
theda and balzacq, and dithered a bit more about what I'm going to wear to the Dead Can Dance concert on Sunday. But I will eventually write it, I swear.