the mentioned-pie did infact turned out very nicely, if i may say so myself. sorry myn, paddy, there wasn't even enough to go around for everyone here ;)
i feel bereft, of everything. striped of every feeling, except for this cold dread that hovers over my head. it seems really silly. i'm fine, really, but there's something amiss. i feel like i've no control over my body, as if i'm going around running everyday errands like a machine, functional but dispassionate. muz says that being passionate is being obsessive with sense. what am i then? a person with no sense? not even sense of feelings?