I'd been having a bad day. A nap was not going well. I feel like I couldn't figure out how to stretch my hips & legs right to relieve some mysterious tension. The anxiety is back; I feel like something unknown and subtle is wrong. It's not the world, this time; it's me.

Then, a friend came over, spontaneously, and I got some facetime input chit chat in, to satisfy the monkey in me.

It's strange to be obsessed with inadequate depth in relationships when basic, idle conversation can brighten me up so much.

Cocoa Crawl tomorrow. I don't think I'll have any money, but I'll follow the procession about.

"My book of matches says 'keep away from children.' Why, are they contagious or something?"