I'm sitting here pondering and musing. Well, perhaps 'pondering' and 'musing' aren't really the right words. It's the Aspergers thing again. Yesterday, the lovely people, the music, the laughter, the conversation, the atmosphere. I'm thinking of all these things all the time and all at once, over and over again. It's an odd feeling to be overloaded with nice thoughts. It's not really very pleasant. It's exhausting. I'm tired of the sound of my own voice in my own head.
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