I'm cold, today, inside and out. Feels like my heart is sluggishly crawling from annoyance to exasperation to sorrow to resignation. All of which I know is stupid--I have trained myself better than this! Not all of those years were in vain, were they?
drat this feeling . . . why can't it leave me ALONE! Logically, I know it doesn't make sense for me to feel this way. But then, what an oxymoron: ) "doesn't make sense for me to feel."
I'm going to . . . go do something else. I think I'll go out and sit on my balcony and think for a while . . . but . . . grr. After I make some tea.
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