I'm not really sure what is going on with me today. I couldn't sleep due to an impressive collusion of factors. Stress, not working out yesterday, the anniversary week of losing the Sinsen 7 and everything else that entailed. Etc, Etc, Etc. I spent most of the night with my mind going faster than usual, but going nowhere but ever widening circles. I tried to focus on something, anything, just to get a little sleep. Which I did. I slept long enough to get comfortable. Which is exactly when the alarm started going off.
I came to only half coherent, the rest of my mind wading in dreams. (And then I dozed off mid sentence for about 30 minutes.) Ugh. Where was I? Oh yes, I woke up just feeling a bit strange. A plethora of paradoxical stuff as the fevered dreams I had in that 45 minutes apparently were all unconnected and/or contradictory.
Gotta love it. Today, I've been mostly good with the wanting a cigarette. Or a beer. It's strange. I'm not sure if it's withdrawals or what, but I've been on the verge of tears for a good portion of the day. I'm not sure what that means. Outside of a bit of the ole watery eye during a Quantum Leap episode or seeing the boys, I don't think I've full on cried for years. It's freaking me out a little. I don't really feel sad. Anymore than usual anyways. I'm not really feeling anything else for that matter. Other than a bit stressed. Thanks VA for that. So, I'm hoping this is just a withdrawal thing, otherwise... Things could get weird.
I'm sure there was more to say but I'm starting to drift off again.
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