repurposing neruosis

I don’t know what to do with free time. Or, I don’t know what to do with lost time; free time does not last that long. There’s far too much going, not just in a way where there are bits needing to be tinkered, but in this way that I couldn’t put it in a box if I tried.

J kept commenting last night about how happy I looked.

I don’t know. The edge of sleep is my vulnerability. J asked if I was nervous and I said yes. What now? Anxious? Does it matter? It feels like everything right now. Such a thin line.

Also? Chickens.