Tom Ramcigam (magicmarmot) wrote,
Tom Ramcigam
magicmarmot

Getting out and getting some exercise makes me feel better eventually. I know this. Regular walkies with the pooch are good for both her and I. That being said, it's not a miracle cure by any means. It's like pissing on a campfire to try and put it out.

I have this urge to shave my head. And to get a box of chocolate donuts and eat them all. It's freaky-weird. If I had ready access to weed, I'd get really really high. One of the reasons that I don't, because I'd probably stay there for a really long time.

I need to clean and rearrange the bedroom. I never really finished moving the furniture from the last big move of stuff over Christmas, and it's pretty much time. I want to build a corner desk-y thing using the existing bookshelves and actually have good functional space.

Close. I know it's close. But it's like being at mile 20 of a 26-mile run. You know in your mind that you're most of the way there, but you've still got a long way to go and you're out of energy and your muscles are cramping and you're starting to hallucinate.

Part of me would really like to cuddle with a woman-thing that I was learning to trust again. One that was actually worth trusting and discovering, and feeling comfortable with.

I'm really cold. And I can't seem to get warm.
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