Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

So much has happened in such a tiny span of time. I'm tired and dissasociative, feeling like I'm behind my body again. Like I'm playing a third person video game. I'm in control, but I'm watching myself do everything. I had this unnerving sense that I still had to do something today, so I thought of going to Sanctuary or Fire, but neither seemed to work. Then Cat, Eugene's friend, called and she's going to pick up her bag. That feels about right. Stream of conciousness, while less artful than I like, may be the best to describe the last little while.

Stress, study, upset, stress, study, test, start drinking, Avery arrives, go to keynote speaker, drink more, start having breakdown, comfort a friend in pain, continue having breakdown, lose track of what's going on, sleep. Intense Garou pack session, hunt for costume, start party, drinking, madness involving wheat and flesh, angst inserted here, more drinking, temporary unconciousness. Clean-up, go to farmer's market, watch love throw pillow at her love, almost get hit, clean-up, meet up with cr3w to go to Darkrave, go to Darkrave, fall asleep. Wake up, go home, go for walk with crew, almost get in fight with random people, walk home, sleep in bed. Go to Mad Tea Party with Angus, see someone that still causes my heart to stop, play croquet, see Avery off, go to father's day dinner, get home, be strangely anxious, get phonecall, now.

I might actually be running on autopilot. Weird.

Currently Listening: Dresden Dolls - Coin-Operated Boy