“What the truck?” That describes very well how I’ve been feeling lately. I don’t feel the need to write yet I’ve had the urge to while walking or doing something… else, other than sitting in front of a compy.
Head. Wall. Head. Wall. Head. Hmm.
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That’s where I’ve been when I have a chance to relax lately. If time was in abundance this wouldn’t be a surprising thing. Too much time = accomplish nothing.
The reality is far removed from that equation. If I have 20-30 minutes to myself I don’t know what to do to calm down or relax and these precious moments have been hard to come by over the past two weeks. With work, a show, and classes I can’t seem to get a hold of the ground.
More text will add up to a whopping nothing. Something is eating at me and I can’t figure it out. Time is passing, clicking, by and all that’s about all. I think I know how Major Tom felt near his end.