Monday, October 10, 2005:

There's only so much time that can pass before things start to creep into your conscious mind.

Catastrophizing, I heard it called this weekend. And I was determined not to think the worst, to worry, until certain conditions fell into place; and even when they did, I decided to not think negatively, to not worry, to not dwell on all the horrible things that might have happened.

And the rational part of my brain still kicks in and says that everything's okay, just strangely quiet.

But that rational part of my brain is getting quieter.

UPDATE: My friend called. She's still alive, well, and terrible at keeping up with people. But at least I got to hear her voice again for a bit, and my own voices are back in the shadows, plotting their next evil headfuck.

I still like the post-secret, though. Very touching. Almost makes me wish that I had a secret so I could work on as poignant a way of revealing it to the world anonymously.