I think I’m still feeling the scorched tingling of good old burn out. I have negative 3 motivation and I’m antsy as all fuck. I haven’t not traveled in this long since… I don’t even know. I don’t mean the little weekend jaunt, I mean eating things I can’t pronounce, drinking water that must be chewed before swallowed and getting so lost that I’m surprised when the barely functioning bus chugs it’s way across a boarder and I am forced to get out empty my backpack for a guy with a gun. I feel stagnant, or as though I’m waiting for the other shoe or bomb or hit of acid to drop.. I need to change something or do something or something something. In passed days, this feeling would mean that I’d be packing up and moving to another city or apartment or country, or cutting all of my hair off, or getting a new tattoo. I’d be doing something.
Instead, I’m sitting here doing that irritating tap tap tapping on my desk. My eye is twitching and leg is shaking. I’m fidgeting as if I’m covered in lice and open scabs, and I’m beginning to annoy myself.
And I wore the totally wrong bra today.
