I'm so full of crazy at the moment.
I should have been in bed an hour ago but I’m just too riled up. I feel so moved in an indescribable alien way and I don’t know how to feel about it, or even what it is. I’m far too deeply attached to some things in my life right now that shouldn’t have such a profound hold on my heart, but they really do and I can’t help but feel lost because of them. Rarely do I have such a love for anything not my own creation or possession in some way, and not being able to call these things mine leaves me with a strange sort of frustrated admiration.
I’m going to bed feeling put-off and frustrated and enthused and minute. But I am going to bed, at least. And to my husband.