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today was the last of three quizzes that hit in sequence, and I got what I needed done for my pendant. Feeling human. Tho I need to talk to someone about this massive bout of insecurity and hammering myself on my work, its insane. R's tired of talking me down.

There's a quiz in history coming, and one in metal finishing, a practical for met fin, and two goldsmithing projects left, so its a hectic three weeks. A casting run, and probably a gemmology quiz as well.

Aunt showed up in town on short notice and we got them settled, they can find their way around. My cousin's staying in the city for the summer and he's at least the least fucked up one, so ok.

Went to a meh vegetarian place for dinner. Blarg.

Song for the day of being on a damn dead run all day: Midnight Resistance: Phoenix.

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It was a day. It happened. I got things done. I made beautiful things of metal. And didn't burn myself.

So there's that. I am still deep in the grip of some massive self-abuse of mental sorts flailing away at my brain, demanding perfection, why oh WHY are you not perfect? You suck. Clearly. SHUT UP BRAIN.

Which is just warped given how look at things and I know its not the truth, its this gremlin in my ear.

Sigh. More music. Decided officially that Seabound's singer's voice just puts me in a happy creepy melty place.:D I like em weird, is all I'm going to say.

Song for the day: have some Absurd Minds: Dependence.