My feet hurt alot these days
must be from all the running. Seriously, I run all the time. But I stay the same size. Must be because I eat more. My doctor wants me to take off from drinking for a month. That'll be a fun month. I think I'll nominate June, not really my favorite month to begin with, particularly so this year as I will be having 6 (not 4, like a normal person, but 6) wisdom teeth extracted right in the middle of the month. My first time going under, I hear there is a very slight chance that I might not come back up again. Only slightly anxious about that one. I was thinking the other day, that I am not (nor have every really been) very 'in touch with' (my vocabulary is failing me at the moment) my body. I experience pains, hunger, etc like everyone else, but I find it almost comically easy to distance myself from those feelings, to almost turn them off. It's like, feeling felt, OK, I got the message, you can go away now. This might be a symptom of my larger feelings of almost complete detachment from reality at times. Really, who am I, what is life, is this really real? How is this more real than what is going on in my head? I mean, I get it, I know what the real world is, but sometimes, I feel like I am drifting farther and farther away from those shores. Anyway. Think I am done. Will go watch lectures on Lingustics. Hopefully Professor McWhorter is done with his fascination with dialects.
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