I think having too much work is driving me toward insanity. I'm doing some literature reviews on clinical psychologists during the post-WWII period using the TAT test to examine homosexuals. These pictures are horrifying--how can you not feel crazy when you see these pictures? I've been in the apartment too long, and the same music is repeating.
L is in Beijing. I don't know if it feels like winter already there, too.
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