Oh. It's been a long day. And it's only 4:07. It's also been sort of an infuriating day. There isn't a particular reason. I just feel RAWR or like I might shake something, anything, for a prolonged period of time. Shake some sense. SENSE, damnit. Or scream into a pillow. Or claw my skin off. Or...so many options for an infuriating sort of day. Drink tequila. I think that's what I'll actually do. Drink tequila, alone.

I can feel myself going crazy. I know that I'm doing strange things, but I can't.stop.ohmygod.why.am.i.still.doing.this? Still sort of wish I could shake something, maybe punch? Eh. That seems like too much effort. Shaking, well, it feels like somethings vibrating on my insides. RAWR. If I just touch something solid, maybe it'll stop. I'm not angry. Just a little off-kilter.

4:12.

It's 4:12. I should go home. I should leave. now. get. out. go. somewhereanywherenow. I have some sort of excessive energy. Do something. But what? What would satisfy?

RAWR. RAWR. RAWR.

Maybe that's all I want to do. Scribble FUCK, FUCK, FUCK. on a piece of paper. I have several journal entries that amount to just as much. FUCK. RAWR. FUCK.

Damn. Make it stop or settle or something. Just calm the hell down.

Maybe I'm hungry. I want someone to eat with...I get so, eh, when I eat alone. I don't want to make the effort. It's all so unappealing. But I need to eat. something.

RAWR. FUCK. 4:18.