Shrunken.

[themadterran]

I guess that's how I feel: shrunken, less than myself. I don't know what brought it on. Today was fine, by any normal measure. I'm tired, but how is that any different? I don't think though, I just feel less than "myself." It's a night to to curl up and hide behind something, a movie, a CD, a book. I don't know. It's like I lost something somewhere and I have to wait for it to catch up with me. I still fell like I've been spreading my mind pretty thin, and I really don't feel too creative. My mind is meandering, using the words to distract me. I think I need to recharge a bit, but I don't know when or where I can quite do that. Tomorrow, the way I envisioned it, would have been ideal. . . Maybe I can still manipulate things?

Must stop rambling and thinking in text.