I am for some reason at this very moment feeling as though my life has gone slightly completely fucking mad. It has not. There is absolutely nothing more on my plate now than there was ten minutes ago. I have reached the interminable stage of the book where I have five chapters left and will have five chapters left until I am suddenly done, but that’s not by any realistic terms overwhelming, it’s just what the end of a book looks like to me. I’m more or less over my cold, so I can’t blame the sudden feeling of AGGHGLHGH on stuffiness. I swam today for the first time all week, so it’s not that I’m jonesing for an endorphin rush. My brain has just all of a sudden and for no reason gone BLEEEEE!
*stares at it*