fractal

I am incredibly irritated at my job right now and am ready to throw a hissy fit and walk out.

I'm going to smoke a cigarette.

Later:
Tonight I feel oddly displaced, like I'm not really here and my body is just a shell. My hair surrounds my face and everything is framed in neon purple, things look funny out of the corner of my eye.

Maybe I'm just tired. or hungry. or horny.

mutated or mutilated

destiny or desire...someone once asked me that and I couldn't answer him...

I think my train of thought has derailed.