It's all out of shape, and I don't understand why. The music was right this morning, but that has to have been a fluke, I think. Everything else feels odd and wrong, and not right. I feel as though the bottom has fallen out of things, especially my stomach, but I don't know why. I need kind words from one who isn't a stranger at all, and I sit waiting for them to come, spiralling downwards into introspective hell. Maybe I should have another blog, one where my thoughts are tangential, and it doesn't really matter what they say as long as it sounds cool.
And as I write, as though telepathy had forced her hand, the kind words come. I am happy, I am resolved. I am in serious need of a decent meal, because it's been more than 12 hours since I ate most of a huge plate of food. I need to learn to eat, lots. I wouldn't want to say I was clinically underweight, but, well, I am.
I need artwork, too, the kind that is permanent and means something. It's a matter of getting it done, but I haven't. I need to ring people, but I can't. Maybe next week. Like everything else in my life.