*does words compulsively*

The realisation that I've kinda just been floating for the past few weeks, occasionally posting on Kintsugi and spending most of my Brain effort in private conversations where at least I know the people I'm talking to appreciate my insights might be getting to me a little bit.

:/

In my defense I've been having the weirdest set of stress symptoms for a while -- my tooth infection came back out of nowhere and is aggressive enough that I might need to go get my teeth cleaned no matter how dangerous and expensive it is right now, I go through periods of constant tension aches and weird unfocused fatigue, my concept of time is. Just. Gone. At the moment, and I'd like to know what the fuck my kidneys are doing rn.

I have a lot of ideas. I recently had a lovely brainwave about Topspin and it made me blow dust off a Bulkhead/Topspin/Wheeljack thing I started writing purely because I wanted to write a Wrecker sandwich of some sort, and I could definitely talk about its implications and how it works in relation to the stuff in ITB -- and speaking of ITB, the next chapter I'm working on is the one about self-repair and nanites, and that's gonna include me getting to talk about sticky and air out all my frustrations with anthropomorphisation that make no sense. It's weird to be excited to write something extremely salty, but maybe learning to be salty in a controlled way is the next thing I need to learn now when I mostly have enforcing positivity down.

It's just that focusing. Is really hard atm. I feel like I'm weirdly caught on the edge of having some kind of a breakthrough, it's that kind of nervous energy that I associate with things going to hell suddenly that has usually lead to something disressing, yet necessary happening, so the anticipation is just killing me.

I also desperately need a massage.