Things that Fly!

The itch

Sometimes I get in this mood where nothing fits. Like absolutely nothing. I turn on the TV, realize I don't watch TV and shut it off. I put down the book I'm reading, pick up another, put that one down and pick up the previous; I listen to 15 songs a minute--each not quite fitting; I even change my clothes cause the colors and fabric feel squishy or not squishy enough. I try phoning friends but don't really feel like talking. I try organizing sentences into more coherent rambling but it all comes out jumbled and I just want to bounce out of this chair.

Me. Harrily, scarrily, running down the street. Quietly, hoarsely yelling.

I feel like the appropriate thing to do would be to turn the TV back on, wait till some gold bond commercial came on, and phoned the 800 number to see if they had something that could alleviate mental chaffing. Oh. Man.

posted by Rob and Lauren @ 10:32 PM