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[doneproperly]

[Well, what else do you do when you're being kept awake at 2 in the morning? Post to the network anonymously with the hopes of relieving your anxieties, obviously.]

What do you do when you think you were fine with something, but then only weeks or months later discover that perhaps you actually aren't?

On a completely unrelated point: those of you who are dead back home, how do you cope with that knowledge? Feel free to respond anonymously if you wish-- I find it more cathartic, especially where personal questions are concerned.

On another completely unrelated point: I am now taking suggestions for sleeping aids.

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[helladoomed]

try not to think about it

also pot is great for sleeping. won't even really dream

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[doneproperly]

My usual approach. But it hasn't been working so well of late.

I was hoping for a non-addictive solution, but I thank you for the suggestion.

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[helladoomed]

not got a lot of options man trust me

pots not addictive

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[earnedmystripes]

1. are you entirely sure those points are unrelated
2. are you old enough to drink

[as soon as he sends it he feels vaguely sick that asking the second question is even required. ugh, dead kids. why.]

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[glitterateur]

have you tried meowing to yourself??

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[matadorable]

i made a list of things
i want to do before i die
and i focus on doing them
and enjoying the moment
surrounding myself with
people i love

someone suggested "melatonin" to me
it works great

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[doneproperly]

I'm getting that picture, yes.

That depends on your definition of addiction. I believe the matter is still in debate within the scientific community. It is true that users do not develop withdrawal symptoms or cravings. However, psychological dependence and an increasing tolerance to the drug requiring higher doses to achieve similar results have been noted in studies.

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[doneproperly]

1. Obviously they are. It was a weak attempt at humour.

2. Not in the United States.

[Technically not in Britain either, but that never seemed to concern anyone back home.]

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[helladoomed]

unless you want to sit around dwelling all day. that shit's not for me

so, what, sleeping pills then? pot might make you want more pot, sleeping pills are actually addictive

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[doneproperly]

... I'm sorry. What?

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[doneproperly]

[Oh.]

... That actually sounds like a good idea.

On both points.

Thank you.

[glitterateur]

when I have nightmares I meow myself back to sleep!!

it's like singing but less weird if there are other people in the room with you?? instead of them waking up and going oh no a creeper is in the room and singing they're just like aw man a cat came in here!!! cool whatever

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"Dwelling" as you put it is becoming an increasing problem, yes.

No, I've tried sleeping pills. However, I find that they give me terrible hangovers the following day, in addition to a variety of nightmares, so I'm afraid I've given them up.

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[This has got to be the strangest conversation Nathaniel has ever had.]

... I'm afraid I'm not very good at meowing.

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[helladoomed]

i was like that when i first got here

how oldre you?

[doneproperly]

That depends. Do you believe we age here?

[glitterateur]

what

have you never been near a cat that meowed at you and then you meowed back at it but kind of sassier??

because you just have to do that a couple times and then you're a pro meower

[helladoomed]

yeah we do

had a birthday a few months back

[doneproperly]

... Not really, no.

I'm afraid my household was not particularly big on pets.

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[Nathaniel switches the conversation to private, if only because he knows that Certain People read the network avidly, and would be able to quickly put two and two together in combination with this reply.]

Then, eighteen.

I came here a week before my eighteenth birthday. And have been here a total of six months since.

[The most awkward and formal eighteen year old you'll ever meet.]

[glitterateur]

[What. Is that.... a thing? Is that really a real thing.]

was someone allergic??

wait do you come from somewhere where all the regular pet animals are bloodthirsty monsters

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[helladoomed]

eighteen and a half then

turned twenty back in march myself

so too young to buy booze easily hmm

[doneproperly]

[In his sleep deprived state, that actually gets a laugh from him-- a rare enough occurrence, even if Mabel can't see it. Bless you, Mabel.]

No and no.

Though perhaps more like all the adults are bloodthirsty monsters. Figuratively speaking, of course. Not literally.

[23wishes]

i'm dead back home. i like having the opportunity to live another part of my life here. it's not as though i lived very long, so there were lots of things i've only had the chance to do now that i'm here.

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[doneproperly]

Back home, nobody particularly cared what the legal drinking age was. But I don't particularly enjoy the taste of alcohol in any case.