No one tosses a dwarf.
Flustered and nauseaus for seemingly no apparent reason, I ventured on to the internet in spite of my not wanting to in order that I may erase the mountain of junk-mail that I was sure to have collected in my neglect of all things technological. Spent last few days with cousins, except for today and yesterday which were spent with Frodo, Sam, Pip, Merry and the gang in their third motion picture appearance (two days you ask? 2 watchings and a commentary with breaking for dancing and the addition of sleep will take that amount of time). Mandy moved to Ann Arbor, I don't want to get a job but have decided to work on projects that bring in no cash, and I have a stack of Jane Austen to be transferred into the possession of Kellie but have serious wonderings about my state at the moment so as to inhibit my going to Kellie's. However, Jessica is driving my thoughts and motivations, so an appearance may not be unlikely if I can get my stomach to stop fluttering. I will eat something, which has been my solution to all problems of the day. Insanity may simply be my calling. If I could get someone to buy children's books I have ideas about writing, I could do that, but what if they don't? I'm tired and I can't even be happy in creating films based on the two cousins graduating soon. There is no excitement in it, and no creative ideas coming. It feels like an obligation at the moment, but I know I want to. I have to work on it now, so that I'm not flustered when I finally get the feeling. I feel somewhat numb. what was to be a short entry is now turning into a psychological reflection. I just don't know where I am at. I think I am just tired.