I think I beat my body up. Not literally, but I mean, I may have over-exercised it.
My legs be tiiiiiiired.
And my feet.
My willingness to move is not exactly there.
Also I need dental floss.
And a whole mess of other things.
I need to shop.
I need -- OK fine, want -- to shave my legs.
And clip my nails.
I want to put lotion on my skin. Have a general grooming session, really.
I want to clean my apartment and clean it some more and then clean it again.
I want endless energy to do all these things.
OK not endless. But some energy that would last for a long time.
I want to freeze time to get all these things done.
I want to read, and cross stitch, and sort through those papers that are mostly trash but that need to be sorted through.
I need to pay my utilities bill.
And then rent.
And then I need to search for a new apartment with my future roomie.
I need to rinse this sunscreen out of my eye.
I want to scan pictures.
Revise an essay. Snuggle with my boo. Smooch on the cat.
Go for a hike.
I just need to breathe. Breathe through it.
And maybe get a cocktail after work.