I've been in such a shitty mood all day long. I don't know why. I woke up this way. I crawled out of bed on the same side that I always do, so I can't use that excuse. From the moment I opened my eyes this morning, though, my nerves have not only been frayed, but I'm pretty sure they are being electrocuted.
I have no real emotion I can put my finger on to explain how I'm feeling. I think it's just such a mod-podge combination of so many that it's formed this gigantic heap of chaos in my head, and it's just started to overwhelm me.
Maybe it's because it's my day off, and I don't have to do anything or think or really be "present" anywhere, that my mind and body have decided it has the ability to just release some of the steam in the form of intense aggravation and irritation. This nervous, restless annoyance that oddly enough just makes me want to bury myself in my cave of blankets and sleep it all away. Not even Netflix. Just sleep. Escape to some other world in my head. Let the magic of dreams do its job of filtering and organizing and whatever else that dreamland does to process some of this crap. I must say- they can get rather, interesting, when I'm in this state.
I don't want to talk to anyone. Well, I take that back. In an odd twist, one person keeps popping into my head as being one I would really like to see or talk to today. Alas, he no longer talks to me, so there will be no comfort in that. Instead, I shall just continue to bury myself in my blankets and limit my association with the human race (or even feline race, since they are faring no better in my wrath) for the remainder of the day. I may branch out and hit up Netflix, since one can sleep only so much, and my crafting projects I wanted to attempt have already been worked on as much as they can be for the time being. I'd cook, but I forgot to go to the store and that now requires pants and a bra, and fuck that.