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Dec. 19th, 2016

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Nostradamus was right

With the ever escalating events on the other side of the world (two major ones today), it is becoming clearer by the day that we are entering World War Three. And now that the formerly United States of America has officially elected an Antichrist...I fear for the future. And yet my social media feeds are full of holiday bullshit and excitement over upcoming or newly released movies. I think I might be beyond anger, sadness and even numbness. I don't know what I am anymore.

Dec. 2nd, 2016

sherlock

Restoration - (5/7)

Title: Restoration
Author: Diandra Hollman
E-Mail: diandrahollman@gmail.com
Website: http://diandrahollman.neocities.org
Rating: Hard R
Keywords: Hurt/Comfort, John/Sherlock, rape recovery, emotional hurt/comfort, PTSD, hurt Sherlock
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: Not my characters
Summary: "You get the call in the dead of night. early enough for you to not be quite deeply asleep yet, but late enough to be distressing. Because nobody calls at such an hour unless something has gone horribly wrong."
Author's Notes: This deals with the aftermath of sexual assault. The actual assault is never "shown", but will be partially described by the victim. I have never been a victim of such violence, so I won't pretend I understand what this is like, but I will endeavor to do right by all the people who have survived something like this.

All previous chapters here or on AO3


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Nov. 21st, 2016

sherlock

Of Dubious and Questionable Memory - (2/?)

I removed the "dubious consent" tag because I felt I might have been overly cautious about the ethics involved with Sherlock's condition. This will be discussed in future chapters and I will label those chapters accordingly.


E-Mail: diandrahollman@gmail.com
Website: http://diandrahollman.neocities.org
LJ: http://diandrahollman.livejournal.com
Rating: vacillates between R and NC-17
Keywords: Sherlock/OMC, Tom Hiddleston fancast, unrequited John/Sherlock, drugs, slash, Sherlock POV
Spoilers: nothing past "His Last Vow"
Disclaimer: This started out as a sort of "50 First Dates" Johnlock story and morphed into this psychological "Girl on the Train"/"Before I Go To Sleep" fusion-ish thing. The characters are all from BBC Sherlock, except Henry.
Summary: Every day I wake up not remembering how I got here or who this man is who claims he's my husband. I cannot trust my own memory. There is only one thing of which I am reasonably certain: John Watson is dead. Isn't he?
Dedication: Thank you to Kate and Emilio for their invaluable help and support with this story.
Author's Notes: Henry is an amalgam of several characters from ACD cannon, with an original modern spin. In my little headcannon he is played by Tom Hiddleston.

This takes place sometime after season 3.

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Nov. 17th, 2016

sherlock

SNL - and we cross the finish line with a wet plop

At a mansion somewhere, Benedict greets two men "from Mercy General". They are played by Kennan and possibly Beck. Don't quote me on that. A lot of white guys look interchangeable to me when I'm drunk. I once carried on  a conversation with a guy I was convinced was my father for five minutes before he ran away in a cloud of embarrassment. Beck introduces the both of them as David Hoff and Dan Fletcher. Not to be confused with Hasselhoff and Jessica, I'm sure. "Dan" (Kennan) says he was under the impression they would be meeting Mr. Shaw directly. Benedict says oh, no, his time is EXTREMELY precious, so he will evaluate their proposal first to determine whether it is worthwhile to bother Mr. Shaw with it. They say okay, well...their hospital is looking for someone willing to make a sizeable donation because they've been falling on some really hard times lately. Benedict says well...Mr. Shaw does have a soft spot for philanthropic endeavors. He pushes an intercom button and asks "Carolina" to bring Mr. Shaw in. He warns David and Dan to not mention Mr. Shaw's "scar", whatever they do.

"Carolina" wheels in a dummy dressed in a suit with an eagle statue for a head. Oh, this is going to go downhill very fast, isn't it? Benedict asks how "Mr. Shaw's" golf game went this morning, pauses, and says that's why they call it a "dog leg". Then he laughs at his own joke. He introduces the two increasingly horrified looking men over there from Mercy General and invites them to do their pitch. Dan blinks and asks if this is a joke. Benedict asks if Mr. Shaw seems like the joking type. No, he seems like the type that would drop a live turtle on your head because he mistook you for a rock. David asks if they should be asking..."him" about the donation. Benedict says yes, well, Mr. Shaw might be a little embarrassed to talk about money  seeing as his face is on all of it. Dan is like ooooookay, I'm just going to go along with this and hope somebody pops out from behind a door and announces that I'm on AFV at some point. Benedict interrupts him before he can launch into his speech to announce that Mr. Shaw would like to see his watch. Dan hands over his watch and Benedict waves it in front of "Mr. Shaw" while noting that it's very shiny and reminds Mr. Shaw of a fish in a stream. Dan and David gape at him in horror and Dan asks what the hell they're doing here, exactly. David notes that this seems to be a waste of their time. Benedict angrily points out that it wasn't a waste of time for the DAHLI LAMA when he spent his sixtieth birthday here. He points out the photoshop picture of said celebration, next to a picture of Richard Branson and both Nelson and Howie Mandela posing with Mr. Shaw. Okay, A) that's Howie ManDEL and b)...I don't know. See point A.

Dan says seriously now, they need money for their hospital. Benedict says fine, NOW they are getting somewhere, then turns to Mr. Shaw for a quick conference. He twitches and makes silent gestures as if Mr. Shaw is ranting at him and not letting him get a word in edgewise. Then he turns and says "very well, sir. Congratulations, gentlemen." Dan is like wait...really? Benedict says yes, $1.7 million dollars, and suggests maybe they could name a WING of the hospital after him. His face falls and he quickly adds that he meant it as a joke and intended no disrespect. "No, that was not my intention at all. What subtext? Sir, you can't mean that! After all I've given! Twenty-seven years!" He sobs that he missed his daughter's BIRTH in service to...him? And Mr. Shaw can't fire him because he QUITS. He turns to Dan and David and expresses the hope that their hospital has a way to fix a broken heart. David starts crying sloppily. Dan looks at him sideways like 'are you seriously getting sucked into the craziness here? What is WRONG with you white people?!' Benedict announces that he'd going to collect his things and reaches into a closet, emerging with a soccer ball and a pair of flippers. He wishes them luck with their hospital and leaves. I'm honestly not sure if that just happened or I dreamed it in a drunken stupor.

Dan asks who is writing the check. Carolina comes back to announce that it's time for Mr. Shaw's bath. "What's that sir? Join you? Oh, Mr. Shaw!"

Oh thank god, we're done. If you'll excuse me, I need to go sleep off this hangover and hopefully forget I ever tried to do this recap in the first place.
sherlock

SNL - Riddler meets the World's Worst Bond Villain

As we begin the next sketch, my eyeballs are still floating in Goldschlagger. Hopefully that won't affect my recapping abilities too much.

Beck and some other guy enter a warehouse and uncover a very slapped together looking bomb. They are acting like they are in an action movie, spewing lines about the bomb "turning this place into the inside of a Cuisinart" and fretting about which wire to cut. A phone rings. Beck answers. "Girls and boys come out to play. The moon doth shine as bright as day," Benedict voice overs. We cut to him on the other side of the stage (probably) as he introduces himself to "Slade" as "Jack" and spews a string of rhyming nonsense that I am far too drunk to follow that ends with "would you like to play a game, Slade?" We pan out to show that he is surrounded by the chick that played Gemma in the last sketch and...some guy as he tells "Slade" that he is standing next to 600 grams of C4 and he's holding the detonator. If he wants it deactivated, he needs to answer a question. "If Johnny's mother had three children - one was April one was May - what was the name of the other child?" He gives them sixty seconds and hangs up. Then he and the two "henchmen" sit twiddling their thumbs awkwardly. "You guys seen Stranger Things," the guy asks. "I hear it's actually based on a true story." Jack starts a threat about what he will do to the henchman if he brings up that fucking show ONE MORE TIME when the phone rings. Slade says the answer is "Johnny". Jesus fucking Christ, I'm so drunk I actually fell for the oldest trick question in the book. Jack congratulates him and says killing him will obviously be more difficult than he anticipated. But, you know, there's still that case of ammonium nitrate he left in Slade's car outside. Slade protests that he's parked outside a SCHOOL and there are KIDS in there! Wait...what time is it? Wasn't it dark outside? Oh, fuck it.

Jack gives him the second riddle: a six letter word that becomes twelve when one is taken away. He gives him sixty seconds again and hangs up. The female henchman says she has a question. "Don't get mad, but...do you have to do the riddles?" Jack points out that he needs a THING or he's just a common thief. She says yeah, right, but...do we really need them? The male henchman suggests it might be better if they were...like...pictures. You know, like those things where you have to guess how many jelly beans are in a jar. Jack shoots him a look like 'if I didn't owe your father a major debt, sharks would be playing tug of war with your kidneys right now'. The phone rings again.

"Dozens," Slade says. "Take away the s and you have dozen." Jack is like hahaha...you're pretty clever, aren't you? He covers the mouthpiece and grumbles "he got it". Female henchman shrugs like 'I told you this was stupid.' He shakes it off, vowing that Slade can't possibly get THIS one, and turns back to the receiver to announce that the clicking noise they are about to hear is every door in the warehouse locking. They have ten minutes to live. Or one minute to answer one more riddle. Because if it works for James Bond's nemeses...oh, wait...it doesn't? Fuck. "I am full of keys, but cannot open a door." Slade interrupts with "a piano" before he can hang up. Jack splutters and says um...yeah. He tries another one: I always come, but I never arrive today. "Tomorrow," says Slade. Jack is like 'fucking hell' and scrambles for another one. "Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?" Seriously? Slade says Spongebob and Jack says that's it, he's blowing up the school. Slade protests that this game is fuuuuuun and begs for another one as he hangs up.

Wait. That's it? Is it just me or are all the skits ending on a weird note today? On a side note: if we do ever get Tom Hiddleston cast as James Bond, can Benedict play a villain in one of his movies? kthanksbye
sherlock

SNL recap - in which I begin to get very, very drunk

It is now more than a week since the national disaster commonly referred to as Election 2016 and I have graduated from beer to Goldschlagger. Because fuck it, I just don't care anymore. I invited Chrissy to join me for this recap, but she declined, saying she just wasn't ready to laugh quite yet. I told her there wouldn't be much laughing involved because it was Saturday Night Live, but I think all that did was convince her I am insane.

We're in a restaurant called Bobby Flay's Steakhouse and Kenan Thompson - going by the name Gene - is on a date with a twit who admits that this restaurant has convinced her that Atlantic City isn't all "gross" because this restaurant sure is fancy. Gene non-sequiters that Bobby Flay is totally the girl's "celebrity hall pass", which I'm guessing is the new way to refer to people that your significant other would totally let you cheat on them with because who WOULDN'T want to get a leg up on Hugh Jackman. Or, you know, whoever. Gene says he's not judging because his is Mila Kunis. He could have just stopped right there, but he adds "as Meg from Family Guy" in an effort to make it funny. They make goo goo eyes at each other and then Benedict shows up dressed like a punk rock reject and calls Gene his "best bro" and congratulates him on the public action he's getting right now. Hang on a second. [downs entire shot of Goldschlagger and pours another] Okay. I'm ready now.

Gene is like 'um...excuse me, sir? Do I know you?' Benedict is like 'oh, come on, hommie, tag a brother in.' The floozy standing next to him reminds him that she's RIGHT HERE and introduces herself as Gemma in a thick English accent. Gene says no, seriously, who are you? Benedict introduces himself as Ricky Diamonds and reminds Gene that they met in a "Male Body Acceptance workshop". Gene is like oooooohhhhhhh. Right. Gene's...wife apparently... asks what a Male Body Acceptance workshop is and "Ricky" says he had to look at her husband's "junk" and tell him what he found beautiful about it. "And I'm Gemma," interjects the twit on his arm in a vain effort to diffuse the awkwardness. He shoves her into the booth next to the wife and slouches in after her. Wife protests that they were having sort of a date night here. Ricky says that's awesome because he's a Rock and Roll Mentalist, which means, like, he does magic tricks to music. Yeah, I know I'm already getting drunk but...was that supposed to make sense? He adds that this woman next to him is Gemma. She adds that she's British. Ricky notes the coolness of her accent by saying she sounds "like a GPS" and prompting her to say "recalculating". Gene is like uh-huh...sooooooo... Ricky suggests Gene is wondering how they met. Gemma gives the unsolicited answer: at a plastic surgeon's office. "We were both getting our tits done." I don't...I just..

[drinks]


Ricky says something about his show requiring him to show cleavage and grabs Wife's hand, forcing her to feel his chest while he brags about how real it feels. Then he shoves her hand onto Gemma's chest and she babbles that hers isn't paid for yet because she's trying to do a kickstarter. Wife takes her hand back uncomfortably and protests as Gene offers to chip in a little money. Ricky asks if they want to see a trick. Only if it involves making yourself disappear. He pulls a deck of cards from his pants (hopefully the pocket specifically) and hands it to Wife, prompting her to pick a card and then put it back in the deck without showing him. "And then put the deck in your mouth." No, seriously, that was in your POCKET, right? Wife splutters, but follows the instructions. Ricky then hands Gene a gun and asks him to confirm that it's real. Gene is like um...yeah, and it's loaded. And the fact that you are waving it around in public and nobody is even slightly alarmed proves that we are in America right now. Ricky prompts him to hand the gun to Gemma. Wife yelps something around the cards in her mouth and Gene assures her that she's not going to get shot because it's just a trick. Gemma pulls a napkin over her head and holds the gun at ready. Gene points out helpfully that she's aiming at HIM and she should aim one foot to the left. Wife yelps and he reassures her again that it's just a trick.

A waiter arrives to say that they can't have guns in this restaurant and take it from Gemma's hand. Second Amendment enthusiasts will be protesting within the week. Ricky says he's in the middle of an ILLUSION here and would they treat Chris Angel like this? Waiter says "who?" "Oh. My. God," says Ricky in his best Valley Girl impression. He declares the waiter a "dumb dork" for not knowing who Chris Angel is. Twice. Because his ability to come up with more clever insults has been impeded by years of drug abuse. He apologizes to Gene as the waiter leaves, saying they can shoot his wife outside later. Wife says actually, it's been a long night and they really should go. She starts shoving Gene from the booth. Ricky protests that they're being buzzkills here and offers to have Gemma sing something. I down the rest of my second shot, spilling some on myself and am too distracted in the effort of dabbing at the stain to do much more than listen to the horrible combination of rap and off-key shrieking that follows.

Gene is staring at them with the blank, wide-eyed stare that little performance deserves. Ricky announces that that made him pop a boner and he can tell it did the same for Gene by the way he's squirming in his seat. Gene is like 'what? [nervous laughter] I am not!' Wife says yes, actually, he is and he's REARRANGING something. Gene tells her she should just be grateful he can still do that. Gemma takes this as a sign that her song worked its magic on them.

Wait..that's it? Seriously? Urgh.

Nov. 13th, 2016

sherlock

SNL recap - here we go down the drain

At a house in a quiet suburban neighborhood, some women are preparing for a party. One announces that Heather just texted to say she and "grammy" are outside. Everyone hides and turns off the lights and "grammy", who is Aidy in a white wig, enters grumbling about how cold the restaurant was. The woman behind her - Heather obviously, loudly announces that they're all so happy about her getting remarried at age 83. Grammy asks why the hell she giving a speech right in her ear in the dark house. Heather says she knows Grammy didn't want a bachelorette party, but... The lights come on and the other women jump out and yell surprise. She starts gasping and grabbing her chest and they sit her down in a chair where she promptly slumps over "dead". The completely clueless twits put sunglasses and a tiara on her and continue with the party. To answer the question of just how uncomfortable this sketch could get, the women call in the strippers they ordered, which is Benedict and a guy who looks like the lost Hemsworth brother dressed as construction workers delivering a large load of "wood".

This is the point where I took the headphones off and, because I still can't seem to fast forward through this episode because VLC player hates me, just let it play in the background while I continue typing. I can only imagine that this was actually written by Aidy because every time I check to see what's going on back there Benedict is licking her face or rubbing his crotch on her. But the only part that made me laugh instead of cringe was when I discovered that I can, in fact, fast forward through this but everyone will sound like a chipmunk. I stop fast forwarding sometime after Aidy slides onto the floor and Benedict squats over her face in a teabagging motion. She is clearly struggling to keep a straight face and probably mentally cackling at all the women who are jealous of her. Three more guys come in dressed...well, half dressed...in Chicago Cubs uniforms and the audience cheers. "Heather" says wait...those are the real Chicago Cubs. The black guy pops open his shirt to show off his pretty impressive abs and asks who wants to hit a Granny Slam. One of the other three makes a joke about pulling a "triple header" and totally fails to keep a straight face. They all start gyrating over her before mercifully cutting to commercial.

Jesus. There always has to be one.

When did the musical performances start coming with an ad for Apple tunes? No, fuck you. I refuse to go back to Apple products like a woman crawling back to an abuser because nobody else will ever love her like he did.

I would skip entirely over the Weekend Update because watching election coverage may never not be painful again, but that was before I realized they brought back Dana Carvey to play the Church Lady. "She" passive aggressively notes that instead of going to bed so their fresh for church in the morning, they're staying up late to "make jokes about Anthony's wiener". Well...they're not above ANY sort of wiener jokes,  clearly. Have you seen the show lately? Colin - one of the hosts - notes that Jesus loves a good joke though. Church Lady says yes, he does. Got any? Um...no. Again, have you seen the show lately? Colin asks what she thinks of the election. She says it's a tough choice. A bitter android from the nineties or a fat, orange riverboat gambler. Colin says so she hasn't decided. She says Jesus isn't on the ballot, so...no. And he's probably not part of Colin's life either because, like everyone in Hollywood, he's probably a homosexual. Colin lets the audience laugh for a second or two, then asks why they're laughing. Because it dispels the awkwardness? Church Lady tells him to just go ahead and stay in the cupboard and identifies the only three celebrities she is sure are not homosexual: Jim Parsons, Neil Patrick Harris and Nathan Lane. Yeah. Colin has some bad news for her. But let's get back to the election, shall we? Church Lady asks who Colin is going to support, guessing he'll just write in his usual favorite of Satan. Because he's just a late night comic with a "belly full of booze and a dressing room full of whores." She asks if he's drunk right now. He says no. Well...maybe a little buzzed. Nothing like what he's going to be on Wednesday. Church Lady concludes that he's smoking pot then and, indicating that maybe she saw that last sketch: "sucking on the devil's cigarette." Colin asks if there's anything out there she DOES like right now. "Westworld," she says with a straight face. Colin is like 'wait...really?' She says yeah, what's not to like? "A land of naked cowboy robots fornicating. They should have called it West Hollywood." In the weak laughter that follows that joke, she asks "too soon?" No, just too not funny.

She says no, seriously, she never loses hope. And we have a lovely little country here. Sappy music starts playing as she says sometimes she looks around and thinks to herself "what a wonderful world." Colin says wait...she's not going to sing now, is she? Yep. She sings a refrain of "Wonderful World" while images from the election cycle flash over her shoulder.
The Weekend Update ends with a song - "Go Cubs, Go" - by the three Cubs players from earlier, joined by Bill Murray for some reason. And on that note, I'm starting to get a bit buzzed myself, so I'm just going to go eat something to hopefully soak some of it up and maybe watch an episode of Westworld even though what I've seen so far is completely deranged and possibly represents the height of gratuitousness that cable is capable of.
sherlock

SNL recap - wobbling back on track and defiance

I have done a lot of thinking about whether I should continue this recap or whether I am even up to doing it at all. In the days after America elected a fascist who, by all indications, is the third antichrist the prophets warned us about, all comedians seemed to lose their ability to joke. Because it just isn't funny anymore. I was tempted to join them and stop writing recaps. I figured I could still write fic as, while recaps are grounded in the real world, fiction could still provide a form of escape. But after watching the latest cold open from SNL and responses from Seth Meyer and Stephen Colbert, I have decided my initial instincts were wrong. I have to try. In the words of one of the lovely people who reviewed my story "Restoration": "if we stop writing, they win more. If we let them stop us from our work, they win." I can't promise this recap will be pretty. It may very well be the least funny recap I ever write. But I have to try to get through it. I have to prove to myself - if no one else - that I can still do this. That I haven't given up all hope or ability to fight.

And yes, I am still drinking.

We're at a fancy college somewhere in either England or New England, It's kind of hard to tell because Benedict seems to start the skit with his own accent and slowly morph into an American one. He is tutoring a dopey looking kid named Chad on literature and philosophy. Chad is obviously not really understanding what's going on and just repeating things he says. Benedict ends by saying he really enjoys their visits and hopes Chad continues to stop by his office. Then he moves toward Chad like he's going to kiss him and Chad leans away and says "no thanks". Benedict stammers an apology for his "unbelievably inappropriate" behavior. He "misread" the situation. Chad is like "meh, whatever dude. Sorry to be a cock tease." Benedict keeps apologizing, pacing the office and saying he hasn't been himself lately. He's getting married this weekend but he feels NOTHING for the woman. He rants about how he's living the life his father expects him to. Become a teacher. Get tenure by forty. Marry a rich girl and settle down. God forbid he admit he's gay. He picks up a globe and hurls it into a wall. Chad is like 'uh-huh. yep. cool story bro'. Benedict theorizes that he was drawn to Chad because he envies the fact that he is so free of doubt and worry about his future. Yeah, that's because he's an idiot. Chad is like "okay, whatever you say." Benedict flops into a chair and bemoans how pathetic it is to have a twenty-eight year old TA pouring his heart out to a sophomore. Really stretching the boundaries of believability there, aren't we? He asks if he's boring Chad. Chad say uh, yeah. Basically. He looks at the ceiling and says Chad is welcome to leave at any time, but he really welcomes having someone listen to him like th- and the door slams as Chad runs for the hills.

He jumps up and sticks his head out of the office door to find Chad skateboarding down the hall. He asks if Chad could maybe come back for a second because he has something else he wanted to say. Chad wanders back into the office and stares dopily while Benedict expresses the hope that they can forget about this little episode here. Chad is like "what episode?" Benedict says he hopes this hasn't "tainted" their friendship. Chad is like haha, that's a slang term for vagina, right? Benedict says he'd like to thank him because for a brief moment there "I wasn't a spectator to my own life. I was living it." Chad farts loudly. Yeah, I can see why you're attracted to him. He's quite a catch. Benedict says yes, Chad is right, he should laugh more. But really, he would appreciate it if Chad could keep this meeting secret. Another dopey idiot sticks his head in to ask what's taking Chad so long. Chad says yeah, he'll be there in a minute. Mr. Buckley tried to kiss him. Other guy is like 'oh, okay. Whatever. Wanna get lunch?' They leave while Benedict stares out the window, crying and moaning that Chad is right and he really shouldn't be keeping secrets like this anymore. Chad skates right into a pile of garbage outside and he sniffles and says "thank you."

Yeah. Seriously, this is the kind of thing that will get him an Oscar one day. I mean, hopefully it will be better written, but...yeah.

Nov. 12th, 2016

sherlock

Restoration - (4/7)

I'm still reeling over the way the world has been turned upside down this week. I'm not sure when I'll be able to focus enough again to write anything, but I'm hoping offering up something I had already written might prove therapeutic. I know I can somewhat relate to the way Sherlock feels in this chapter, even if the reason for my grief isn't quite so direct.


Title: Restoration
Author: Diandra Hollman
E-Mail: diandrahollman@gmail.com
Website: http://diandrahollman.neocities.org
Rating: Hard R
Keywords: Hurt/Comfort, John/Sherlock, rape recovery, emotional hurt/comfort, PTSD, hurt Sherlock
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: Not my characters
Summary: "You get the call in the dead of night. early enough for you to not be quite deeply asleep yet, but late enough to be distressing. Because nobody calls at such an hour unless something has gone horribly wrong."
Author's Notes: This deals with the aftermath of sexual assault. The actual assault is never "shown", but will be partially described by the victim. I have never been a victim of such violence, so I won't pretend I understand what this is like, but I will endeavor to do right by all the people who have survived something like this.

All previous chapters here


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Nov. 9th, 2016

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I don't want to remember today

I just want to get blind drunk, fall asleep and hopefully wake up to find myself in an alternate reality where America DIDN'T vote for a fascist theocracy. But I'm afraid I will never forget the grave silence that greeted me when I arrived at work this morning. The way my coworker hugged me and vowed that we would get through this while I shook uncontrollably and he tried not to cry himself. The way I collapsed with heaving sobs in the stacks, realized I was in the politics section next to a book about how conservatives claimed the midwest and cried even harder. I will never forget the way I look right now after nearly twenty four hours straight of the sort of crying I haven't done since a loved one died. The fact that I couldn't meet anyone's gaze and flinched when a man passed me on my way to the car, as if I expected him to suddenly attack me.

The whole world is wrong today and I don't know when or if it will ever be right again.

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