Huh.

Rather peculiar, this is.

I feel... I dunno, best way I could describe it is.. disjointed.

I don't feel bad, or anything...

It's just kinda like I'm floating on some sort of different level than.. anything.

Maybe it's just, like, uber-boredom, or something.

Actually, to be perfectly honest, I think I just wanna go outside with nobody around, spin around in the utterly wonderful weather, and shriek happy things at the top of my lungs.

Unfortunately, I'm inside, there are people around, and if I do go outside, I won't be alone anyway.

*ponder*

So basically, I think it's just bottled up euphoria with no way to release itself, so it's caving in on itself and trying to run away.

Or maybe I'm just bored.

I dunno.

I'll just go to McDonalds. Maybe I'll feel better after some good food and some driving.

Yeah.

And, for the record...

Nothing re-joints someone like greasy fries and the radio.

Ahhh.

And NOW.. I am going to write. Because I must!