It felt like I'd forgotten to wear pants.
It was Wednesday, I think. I was sitting in the throne at Rich O's. Or somebody was sitting there. I'm not convinced that it was me, despite numerous testimonies.
It was like one of those dreams. You're at school and everything is cool and then you notice that you're not wearing any pants.
I'd definitely forgotten something. Where was it? What was it?
Then, Thursday night, it felt like I had an itch. One I couldn't scratch. Not one of those annoying itches in the middle of your back that you can't reach, but deeper. Under the skin. In my heart or my brain or my soul - I couldn't pin it down. It was an irritating itch, but it wasn't unbearable.
Dammit, it should have been unbearable.
I'm not really sure what's happening.
HatGirl thinks I'm being stoic. But it's not that. It's something else. I'm something else.
Tonight was another weird night. I knew exactly what I was supposed to be feeling, but I couldn't quite get there. I was a needle on a record player, running parallel to the music but never quite in the right groove.
I hope I haven't become a pod person. I hate pod people.