thepantychrist

Hot wind, angry sun. Wet streets, heavy skies. Texas in January is as schizophrenic as a (insert metaphor).
Does anyone remember the milkjug stunt Houdini pulled?
He was locked inside a milkjug, chained and shackled, and then the thing was filled with water.
(he managed to get out, by the way)
I bring this up because I think it describes my current state rather well.
Not that I'm trapped and drowning, mind you, but something more along the lines of no amount of stretching is going to work the kinks out.
I seem to have squeezed myself into a fairly tight spot and remained that way for a while. And now I'm having trouble unfolding. I'm almost scared to.
Without the milkjug I'm maybe not sure as to what my shape should be.
Excuse the whining, please. I could have skipped all this and said something funny instead.
Something that brings to mind retarded children chasing butterflies on a swiss hilltop.
Guess I'm just not that big yet.