Warm wind blowing the stars around

[cyrano]

Restless and irritable. Nothing is satisfying. Not that I've really tried anything, because I can't focus my attention on anything long enough. Yep, it's a manic episode. I don't think the weather is helping any. Usually, when the weather stirred me up, I could slip out, locking the door quietly, and wander out to the park. Or shoreline. Or just somewhere. Apparently I'm not allowed to do that now. Something about dying in a snow drift and not being discovered until the thaw. Whatevs.
In other news, it is really coming down. Nothing like the floaty fluffy stuff I posted about earlier. The air is full of grainy, icy, snow, separated from rain only by a few degrees. It quickly coats your hair, and melts on your face. The snow on the ground binds quickly and compactly, perfect for making snowmen or mini sno cones.
Anyway, I should go and lie in bed, on the off chance that I have to try and drive to work tomorrow.

Comments

[tara-knight.livejournal.com]

Take it easy, hon. If you need to talk about anything, please call. You know that I can relate to what you are going through. *hug*

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

It's not too bad. I get irritable, and my productivity is for crap. Sometimes I can't sleep. But it's just frustrating, nothing worse. (: