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Got back from Virginia today after visiting the VCU campus with Caitlin/hanging out with Jesse and Chloe all yesterday and this afternoon.
Everything was fine and junx until the car ride home, and I started feeling this nauseating vacancy that can only be described as something to the effect of all of the pleasant feelings disintegrating, leaving only the neutrals and the negatives. At the same time, I am too tired to worry.
That's it! I feel incapacitated. Like there's nothing I can do with anything at all. I'm not tired at all, it's just my bed is just floating around in white and since there is nothing I can find to do in white, I might as well sleep, because at least my bed and I are still in color. I can't ask anyone what to do in white, because everyone there is white too and they talk in white and feel in white and it's not even like they're speaking in tongues (Black Eyes reference?), it's like white is just transparent to me. I'm sure it will all be translated soon enough, and this is probably just the waiting room, and bigger things are ahead, but (figuratively speaking) I could have at least been provided with an outdated issue of Better Homes, or better yet, Highlights (with Hidden Pictures!).
Until a moment of clarity and/or ability, I'm hitting the hay early.
Everything was fine and junx until the car ride home, and I started feeling this nauseating vacancy that can only be described as something to the effect of all of the pleasant feelings disintegrating, leaving only the neutrals and the negatives. At the same time, I am too tired to worry.
That's it! I feel incapacitated. Like there's nothing I can do with anything at all. I'm not tired at all, it's just my bed is just floating around in white and since there is nothing I can find to do in white, I might as well sleep, because at least my bed and I are still in color. I can't ask anyone what to do in white, because everyone there is white too and they talk in white and feel in white and it's not even like they're speaking in tongues (Black Eyes reference?), it's like white is just transparent to me. I'm sure it will all be translated soon enough, and this is probably just the waiting room, and bigger things are ahead, but (figuratively speaking) I could have at least been provided with an outdated issue of Better Homes, or better yet, Highlights (with Hidden Pictures!).
Until a moment of clarity and/or ability, I'm hitting the hay early.