Tidying up 1998 with more tales from the other side. Working through the voices in my head. Almost at bottom here. A thought; I felt unhinged at this time, but otherwise very productive. I often feel like this when I am in a prolonged period of creative activity. My inner drama queen says I am "losing it", but my work is my anchor. It keeps me from letting go. I often want to lose myself in that abyss.