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What happens when there is an excess of water? Mold, open wounds festering, rotting food (bedrotting), unpleasant smells, ironically dryness (licking one's lips leads to even dryer lips). Sogginess, mud, in extreme cases, storms, and hurricanes, indigestion, bloating, wrinkled fingers. In traditional Chinese medicine (TCM), excessive dampness （湿） could cause inflammation, heaviness, sluggish digestion, and excessive mucus production. I got that list from ChatGPT. And what is water? Water is a liquid, something adheres to the shape of the container. That is what a liquid is. Different from a gas, which bounces around fills a container, and a solid, which does neither. But more than that, there are different types of water--ocean water, lake water, river water, water in different forms--coffee, tea, sparkling water, soda. I think that's why we have the slang "tea" in our day and age--it is because we are aware that everything is water, and maybe a slightly tasty water, ...

 When I was 18 or 19, I believe I came back from college for a year to take a medical leave. During that time, I decided I wanted to work at Starbucks, so I went in for an interview. During my interview, the interviewer asked me something like, "What do you like about Starbucks? Why do you want to work at Starbucks?" To which I answered, "I just really like the way my skin looks in the bathroom mirror. I really love the bathrooms, and the lighting in the bathroom. My skin looks good in that lighting." And I meant it.  Obviously, I didn't get the job. I think they called back again for a follow-up interview, and asked a similar question. And I don't remember exactly how I responded, just that I responded it in the format, "A) ... B) ...", which was obviously an overly formal way to answer a vibe-check question like "Why do you want to work here?" Even my mom made fun of me for how I answered the question in the A) B) C) format. I have to a...

 Hey everyone (and by everyone I mean my two readers, I see you), I haven't written in my blog in four days, so guess what that means? It means it's time to write on my blog! A few things have occurred in the last few days. Yesterday, I saw my new therapist for the second time. I like her, but I'm afraid, sort of like my friend said, that I'm going to dislike her as time goes on. I sort of have this problem, where the more time I spend with someone sometimes, the more I see their flaws and the more I get annoyed with them just from spending time with them. This is an irksome issue I have. A friend I had once for one month, an example of my friendships boiling and erupting into nothingness, told me I might have BPD, borderline personality disorder. She implied it at least. She kept going on and on about BPD that one afternoon. She said that one feature of BPD is that people who have BPD tend to have really short-lived friendships and get angry at their friends sometimes,...

I just had the most scary ass dreams. I dreamt that my ex-boyfriend was doing illicit activities at this party they would have at school, activities which weren't the most serene. I also dreamt that I had this journal from when I went to UCLA that progressively went from normal/schizotypal teas to full-on schizophrenia. Like, the first entries in the journal you could read basically, and then further on in the journal it was just scribbles and lines, which I assumed were what I thought was words. I also had a dream that there was this function on TikTok that made it really easy to make mash-ups, and I was making mash-ups with sounds left and right, and Two Door Cinema Club liked one of them. And in their highlights, they had something to do with David Foster Wallace, which I live. I also had a dream that we were in court and my mom was arguing with the judge for summat reason, and I felt really anxious.  I think this was in conjunction with the dream about my ex-boyfriend, in which...

 It rained today...I feel like this is such a rare occurrence in Southern California that it warrants a celebration of sorts. My mom says when I'm typing on my laptop it sort of sounds like it's raining. I wonder how she would feel if I started typing on a typewriter. That would probably sound like it's hailing, right? But yeah, it rained today near my house. I can't say whether or how much it rained in the other parts of my small city, though I would assume it rained in other parts as well. I love the rain, and I love the wintertime, which basically is a premonition of rain of sorts in Southern California. When I say Southern California, I mean slightly north of LA proper, like an hour northwest I think. If LA was the chin of California, and San Diego/Baja California the neck, I would live on the tip of the nose. Not me trying to describe where I'm living without being too specific.  But in order to celebrate the rain, and the fact I got 68 subscribers on YouTube (...