I feel very out of sorts. As Bilbo put it in The Fellowship of the Ring, "I feel...thin." And that really is how I feel. I didn't look up that quote just to use it. I was thinking to myself how thin I felt, and I realized that statement sounded familiar, so I Googled it, and it turns out, that's what Bilbo says to Gandalf the night he leaves the Shire. I guess it means I've seen The Lord of the Rings way too much when I start subconsciously using lines from it. And I'm not even turning eleventy-one. I do feel thin though, sort of insubstantial. As though to simply not fall apart, or just to stay warm I have to curl up in the tiniest ball I can make so that what little life energy I have is tight and concentrated. It somehow seems to be tied in with the apathy and despair that has been the theme of this semester. I think I need to go make myself a small cave or cubby or find a box to crawl into like the cats, just so that I feel safe and enclosed. It's a very odd feeling to have. Even my hot pink fingernails seem to have lost their cheering ability.
Anyway, I don't even know why I'm writing this. I'm sorry I don't have a funny comic or story. I don't have time to draw pictures right now in the middle of finals week. So that's that. Didn't mean to bring you down. You can feel free to disregard this post. I really shouldn't even post this, but I'm going to anyway.
Plus, my jaw hurts.