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demarianaI came home sick. I am just in a really weird space right now. Head feels like it could float away. Almost like I have taken 2 of my headache pills and drifted off in a drugged stupor. I have moments of lucidity, but then it fades. I cant remember minute to minute what I am doing or talking about. During a call today I just zoned out. That is when I knew I had to go home. Organizing coupons which normally is quick and easy was a chore. I couldnt remember where in the process I was. I keep on having ideas and second guessing myself about doing it. All I seem to be able to wrap my mind around is eating. Still dont know what I have a taste for. I am just so disconnected right now. Song lyrics keep running thru my head. So far I have thought about
99 Red Balloons
Silent Lucidity
Lets go Fly a Kite
Tip Toe thru the tulips
There have been a couple of others that my typing has conjured. I am so glad for spell check right now. I know it will catch the mistakes I have. If I remember to click the box.
Dont know what I want to do. Games, TV, Sleep, LJ, Text Twist, Cry, Laugh?. All have possibilities. All are thrown out. Cycling thru the ideas. Nothing staying for long. Maybe want to talk or chit chat with people. Find new LJs to read. Drop others. Straighten and organize, get fucked, tell people off, plot a hostile encounter, zerbert a friend, cuddle a cat, read a book, bake again, write.
So many ideas, so little control. Floating. Twin Peaks Soundtrack now in my head. Light, disconnected.
Damn, and I have to drive soon.
99 Red Balloons
Silent Lucidity
Lets go Fly a Kite
Tip Toe thru the tulips
There have been a couple of others that my typing has conjured. I am so glad for spell check right now. I know it will catch the mistakes I have. If I remember to click the box.
Dont know what I want to do. Games, TV, Sleep, LJ, Text Twist, Cry, Laugh?. All have possibilities. All are thrown out. Cycling thru the ideas. Nothing staying for long. Maybe want to talk or chit chat with people. Find new LJs to read. Drop others. Straighten and organize, get fucked, tell people off, plot a hostile encounter, zerbert a friend, cuddle a cat, read a book, bake again, write.
So many ideas, so little control. Floating. Twin Peaks Soundtrack now in my head. Light, disconnected.
Damn, and I have to drive soon.
