Sometimes things don't go well at all and I feel cold. Very cold. It has nothing to do with the below freezing temperatures outside. This coldness is in my head, behind my nose. I'm not numb--because that would imply that I'm emotionless. Sometimes it's so cold that I feel the icicles forming beneath my eyelids and in my throat. I feel like I'm turning into a flake. I'm scared. Stressed.
I can't take refuge in sleep. My dreams aren't exactly frightening, but they have a disturbing quality to them as if everyone and my subconscious are smirking at me. I wake up in the middle of the night, wishing I could see the moon and that my roommates weren't such night owls.
I think I'll take a walk to clear my head.
Enough with the dramatics already, where are the damn links? The Myth of Sacred Writing Time. I'd like to think I write fairly regularly even if I don't post every word online. I only wish I could write a little more than I already do. Scandyz. Reminds me of somebody's banana sticker collection I once ran into on the web. 40,000 Hotel Coat Hangers Stolen. Hahahaha! I think this banished my black mood. I guess I don't need to take that walk after all.
