NKU was closed today, due to weather. I've either been falling asleep in weird places, or pacing the apartment all day. These past two months have been psychotic, I'll give ya that.

Nothing feels...proper, lately. It's like walking on cracked ice all day long, and hearing the noises as you sleep at night. I tried talking to my mom about it, but she's got waaay too many problems to really help, so I just try to help hers. Maybe this just confirms my future status as the crazy old lady at the end of the block. Maybe it's being in Kentucky too long. Maybe I should leave. I simply don't know what to do with myself anymore.

It is raining ice outside. All creativity is under extreme block right now. I feel like I have muscle atrophy in my head. I woke up today under the computer table and couldn't remember how I got there. Brain rot? Hmm.

I think people avoid me because I don't get emotional...and, of course, that's just "wrong" and "unheard" of. I open up to people should they ask, but I certainly won't bleed all over them. That's just impolite.

My guess is that it is safe to say I need to get back to work, and stop running around the metaphysical clouds like a headless know-it-all. I don't know how, though, I don't know how. What to do to channel focus...GRAAAnothing. Nothing nothing nothing, nothing;;;nothingNothInGNOTHINGaaaa. In the cold, cold, ground.

Everyone! Find happiness in something, whatever it is! I gotta go hide under something now...