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All kinds of numb. Numb is good except when it isn't. Things are dull now. This is just a phase, just a phase. ("Phase" tastes like pretzels; "just" tastes like apples.)

If I were an animal right now I'd be something with heavy feet.

Before I fell asleep last night I was thinking something to do with elephants not having any fingers. It was a very specific thought, but now all I remember of it is that elephants don't have fingers. I wonder what that was about.

If I were a joke right now, I would be elephant tracks in the butter.

Financially, spiritually, physically, emotionally, things are like dishwater right now. But in terms of trivial pursuits ("knitting" "puzzles" "kitties" "late-night tv" "novels"), I've got a rainbow of wedges in place. Except for orange. Was never good at the sports questions.

The road ahead is paved with college credits and compromise. Nothing is bad, but nothing sparkles, either. I don't particularly feel like trying to make it sparkle. Enough metaphors: I don't work much, but I feel tired. Always. School isn't hard but it makes me tired. The future makes me tired. If I had a syndrome to blame it on, that would be great, but I think it's nothing more than Chronic Adulthood Syndrome. People without real problems make things up to feel bad about. Headache-y people without ibuprofen take codeine and write fuzzy blog entries instead of sleeping. I'm bored with life.

This phase can be summed up as followed: "I'm tired but I'm not sleepy."

("Sleepy" doesn't taste like anything.)

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