Confessions of a Fugitive Mind
January 28, 2008
Restless
I'm feeling extremely restless today, like I'm being forced to live in slow motion. I can't move fast enough to keep up with my racing thoughts. I'm growing impatient as the day wears on, with myself and the rest of the snail's pace world. Ordinarily I like things to move slowly so that I have time to organize my thoughts before proceeding, but today is something else entirely. I have a full-blown case of the fidgets too: playing with my hair, jiggling my feet, chomping on gum, and cracking my knuckles. I might wiggle myself right out of this chair if I'm not careful.
Posted by criminal at January 28, 2008 12:15 PM