Thursday mid-morning
Jul. 17th, 2003 11:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeThere are days when I just feel, well, tired, for lack of a better word.
It's not just that I didn't sleep well or much, it's that every gesture, every thought, seems to weigh upon me like the yoke of millions of years' worth of existence.
Today, I could drown in a drop of water or be suffocated by a grain of sand.
It's just... too much, I guess.
Sadly I don't have the luxury of crawling into a hole to hide today.
It's not just that I didn't sleep well or much, it's that every gesture, every thought, seems to weigh upon me like the yoke of millions of years' worth of existence.
Today, I could drown in a drop of water or be suffocated by a grain of sand.
It's just... too much, I guess.
Sadly I don't have the luxury of crawling into a hole to hide today.