oh dear i have just read my archives, my friends' archives, their links, the age website, picked my head, felt despair go around at least four discreet spirals,, ... this is horrible. mother, take me back in...

(apologies for gross references. i'm writing/procrastinating on an essay on psychoanalysis. the word 'auto-eroticism' flows from my fingers so easily these days. i attempted to psychoanalyse the child that i babysit. i confess.)