Today...

Today...

> I feel like I'm high on something. I've been in a fog all day long- zoning out, stopping in mid-sentence. It's like my mind and my body are going in opposite directions.

> I couldn't relax during my chiropractic massage until Katherine did some wacky positional release movement on my neck. The relief I felt was so intense, I felt as if I had just finished having a huge sob session, and was ready to just curl up into a blanket and sleep.

> I had to draw a scene that included a giant tub of Greek yogurt. I didn't like what I drew, and I'm probably going to scrap the whole thing. I couldn't think of anything inspiring, and while I was trying to brainstorm,images of chickens kept creeping into my head. I wanted to draw chickens.

> I didn't draw any chickens.

> I feel like the sky looks like a blank piece of recycled paper, and I like it. It's like someone drew me, my house, and my street, and nothing else exists. If I travel outside of my 8 1/2 by 11 inch world, I'll fall into oblivion. It's my own little isolated world, and today, that makes me feel peaceful.

> I enjoyed my lunch outside in the rain.

> there was a man in the waiting area of my chiropractor's office. He kept flirting with the receptionist and it was making her feel uncomfortable. Then he started flirting with the clinic's masseuse. She felt uncomfortable, too. All of this was making me feel uncomfortable.

> I felt kind of frumpy when I realized that the guy in the office was not going to flirt with me.

> my pants are too big, and my shirt is too tight.

> I'm really craving crab, or sushi.

> I've had "The Wind" by Cat Stevens stuck in my head all day long. It makes me want to play the guitar better.

> I've noticed my breathing more than on other days.

> Chickens are pecking their way back into my brain. I think I should draw some chickens.