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Autumn Hours and Winter Glowers
Oct. 17th, 2025 11:57 amWithin every happy moment I have there is an astounding melancholy. Why? Within every word I speak there is less meaning and more insinuation. Why? Why does anyone do any of the things they do; why do I feel anything at all.
Any which way, I had a very successful DND session last name. My character, Jif /ʒif/, is a dwarven bard, and I had some extremely entertaining roleplay with a businessman orc named Fred who I was, apparently, in a Thieves' Guild with and am indebted to save his life. The joys of DND.
As winter draws nearer, I find a lot of my Hashimoto's symptoms only worsen. I am constantly cold and can barely find the strength to do any simple tasks. Problems with school and miscommunication between myself and forms of authority persist. A shame, really. At least at the end of the day, I can still be a fangirl.
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Any which way, I had a very successful DND session last name. My character, Jif /ʒif/, is a dwarven bard, and I had some extremely entertaining roleplay with a businessman orc named Fred who I was, apparently, in a Thieves' Guild with and am indebted to save his life. The joys of DND.
As winter draws nearer, I find a lot of my Hashimoto's symptoms only worsen. I am constantly cold and can barely find the strength to do any simple tasks. Problems with school and miscommunication between myself and forms of authority persist. A shame, really. At least at the end of the day, I can still be a fangirl.
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