I have arrived in a mood that can only be described as stifling...I seem to be at the point of my mental peak that from here I might fall if only to endanger a feeling of stultification.
For I am sitting. and thinking. I have at least 3 projects that I wish to do yet I cannot find the means to accomplish a single one for I do not maintain what is to be required. I sit useless as if quills were stamped into the mud. my arms are tendrils of a scarf blowing uselessly in the current from the heater vents. I need to create or I may just liquefy, except I fear it would evaporate and further Emeute this conviction to others that draw near.
so should you have distraction from a beast in mental contraction feel free to extend a paw or hand and usher myself towards conversation