It's July now, and time is fleeting. I think we're gonna have to put a few things on hold until I get my act together. I've got a lot to take care of before the month ends. I've got a lot on my mind.
And of course the old impulse to create drama has returned with a vengeance, even in the absence of a real relationship to push against. I'm feeling incredibly off-balance and out-of-sorts right now.
I feel so strange that I almost wonder if this might be a physical thing, rather than an emotional thing. Maybe I have SARS or something. Or toxoplasma.