Post-a-day 9: What the hell is wrong with me?
Seriously, I have no idea what's going on with me at the moment. I still feel exhausted, but I can't sleep. My mind is whirring, but about totally inconsequential things that shouldn't be bothering me at all. In fact, they aren't really bothering me. I just can't stop thinking about them.
I have no appetite and actually feel quite nauseous, and actually thought I was going to be sick after I was forced to break into a jog across the office this morning to answer my phone. But even though I didn't want to eat lunch today I still managed to see off an entire packet of fizzy cola laces (the vegetarian's jelly sweet of choice...) and two Chupa Chups.
There is nothing for me to feel particularly sad about, and yet I've cried twice today and one of those was whilst listening to the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Not exactly the most melancholic music I could have chosen to move me to inexplicable tears... I can't even remember what set me off the first time. A bit like yesterday when I started bawling whilst making a cup of coffee. Tears just started rolling down my cheeks and I couldn't stop them, or say why.
I'm really busy and I need to get home tonight so I can go straight back out to rehearsal, and still I'm sitting here writing this nonsense. Ah well. At least I'm one post closer to catching up with myself.
I have no appetite and actually feel quite nauseous, and actually thought I was going to be sick after I was forced to break into a jog across the office this morning to answer my phone. But even though I didn't want to eat lunch today I still managed to see off an entire packet of fizzy cola laces (the vegetarian's jelly sweet of choice...) and two Chupa Chups.
There is nothing for me to feel particularly sad about, and yet I've cried twice today and one of those was whilst listening to the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Not exactly the most melancholic music I could have chosen to move me to inexplicable tears... I can't even remember what set me off the first time. A bit like yesterday when I started bawling whilst making a cup of coffee. Tears just started rolling down my cheeks and I couldn't stop them, or say why.
I'm really busy and I need to get home tonight so I can go straight back out to rehearsal, and still I'm sitting here writing this nonsense. Ah well. At least I'm one post closer to catching up with myself.