Perpetual motion, perpetual stagnancy
Mar. 27th, 2003 11:15 pmToday I went straight from leaping around and rough housing with my friends to track, where we ran a lot without much recovery time. My mother picked me up early from the track, and we drove to work with me balanced precariously in the backseat, hunched over and changing my clothes so as to be semi-presentable for work. I got to work and stood on my feet (minus the ten-minute break) for six more hours.
Nothing is getting me to move from this chair.
I've been having this strange pain in my chest... right above where my heart is. Obviously I'm not having heart attacks, but... it will just ache sometimes. Before this it would suddenly hurt sharply, like there was a knife in my ribs, but all it would take to stop it was breathing in really deeply and making something pop. Now it doesn't do that, it just aches. These sorts of things concern me.
Doublespeak; it's still hurting sharply there rather frequently.
I've been spending as much time as I can around everyone. When I'm alone I can't focus. I can't even see quite right... things seem to blur and lose definition. I think my glasses prescription needs changing, but besides that... I forget what I'm looking at. Things aren't registering quite right, and it's been hard to take notes in class. If only spring break were here now... or if I could just sleep through next week. But my dreams would betray me and I would wake up whimpering yet again. And I never vocalize in the mornings.
There's nowhere to go, really. Everywhere I could possibly step holds coals and embers and sometimes open flames. But the ground is burning where I stand, too...
Please... someone shut me down, hit the off switch, and make sure the monitor is off too. Don't forget the printer; everyone always forgets the printer.
My chest hurts.
Nothing is getting me to move from this chair.
I've been having this strange pain in my chest... right above where my heart is. Obviously I'm not having heart attacks, but... it will just ache sometimes. Before this it would suddenly hurt sharply, like there was a knife in my ribs, but all it would take to stop it was breathing in really deeply and making something pop. Now it doesn't do that, it just aches. These sorts of things concern me.
Doublespeak; it's still hurting sharply there rather frequently.
I've been spending as much time as I can around everyone. When I'm alone I can't focus. I can't even see quite right... things seem to blur and lose definition. I think my glasses prescription needs changing, but besides that... I forget what I'm looking at. Things aren't registering quite right, and it's been hard to take notes in class. If only spring break were here now... or if I could just sleep through next week. But my dreams would betray me and I would wake up whimpering yet again. And I never vocalize in the mornings.
There's nowhere to go, really. Everywhere I could possibly step holds coals and embers and sometimes open flames. But the ground is burning where I stand, too...
Please... someone shut me down, hit the off switch, and make sure the monitor is off too. Don't forget the printer; everyone always forgets the printer.
My chest hurts.