Do you ever have so much to write about that you're edgy? That's me today. Not a bad edgy, an anxious, slightly impatient, overly excited edgy.
I'm getting through the Anais Nin diaries very slowly. I take a long time reading over passages, and then re-reading them. And then I sit in a daze and think.
I woke up crying today. Tears streaming down my face, eyes puffy and sore. Face wet like I'd been swimming, but simmering instead in emotionally charged dreams.