January 14, 2014
I want to move. I am irritable. I am not taking very much time to sort out my directions either, although normally I would take too long and would accomplish nothing. Today the word “accomplish” is written in ALL CAPS across my forehead. You drone on in my browser about crap, each sentence calculated to keep me hanging until the next, but all they do is sledge against my brain as meaningless garble. I finally say I am going and you say, “No!” Bullshit, I think. Try to stop me. And you do try of course. And I go nevertheless.