I woke up thinking nineteen to the dozen, and so it continues. It's been memories of my remote past, and memories of what has happened in the meanwhile. I haven't enjoyed most of my life so this morning hasn't been a barrel of fun.
I've got a tingling feeling in my arms and face. I remember that I get a more intense feeling in my arms and face immediately prior to a fit. I also remember that it is in my face and arms that I feel sounds. Perhaps I should start taking notice of what my face and arms are trying to tell me. The only trouble is that I don't know what they are trying to tell me now.
I've been doing a lot of thinking about right and wrong. I've also been thinking about things that believe themselves to be good (or at least say they are good) but are patently evil.
I'm beginning to feel like my brain is in a tumble dryer.
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