January 23, 2008
Today wasnít a good day. I feel so filled to the brim with unexplanation I donít even know where to begin. And of course, my ďnĒ key is being difficult just as I decide to try. I can feel the weight in my arms and legs and neck, all dragging to a monotonous drum. Itís as if theyíre no longer a part of my body, but useless appendages with one goal of exhausting me. Iím finding myself to be sad again. It sounds odd but I can feel it. It must be chemical. A train-wreck. A misplaced set of keys.