stresssssssickness

Change is in the air. People are flailing crazy all around me. You can blame it on the temperature, midterms, or maybe even a quarter-life crisis. A quick-fingered count confirms my suspicion of summer babies and running back to winnipeg; ontological anxiety reigns! winter is a son-of-a-bitch!

Juggling, dribbling, outfielding: pick the metaphor. I dropped the ball. Psyching myself up for a neat freelance project on the first day off in over two months, my body recently turned around, shut down (sick, no doubt, from school-work-paper-rinse-repeat) and I barely moved for days.  Thinking nonstop about something that should be clear after 23 years of life—the extent of my limits—I let other people down all around me in physical omission, while physically cloaked in sheets of guilt and a temperature sweat. Between stressing and 'resting,' the opportunities squandered. la rhume en chôlis. 

This blog has lost its direction and so have I. 

It's under the weather, like everything else. L.