Buffalo vertigo

Sometimes I just feel inebriated. I start to lose control over goings on and I find myself in strange situations with no real explanation as to how I wound up there. I make choices without really understanding why I've made them.

So different.

Nickel-sized bursts of pain frequent my upper arms and my tear ducts have decided to start leaking again.

My used copy of the Bell Jar arrived in the mail today, as did Kinsey. I was/am pleased.

Wanting a taken someone is bad enough, but what about wanting two taken someones who are taken by each other? Danger zone (story of my life).