I think I'm ambling. Prevaricating. Procrastinating. Putting-off. Presuming. Pausing. Pondering. And perhaps a plethora of other P's that don't spring to mind right now. I'm limbo'd. Frozen. Suspended even. In a fog. That is perhaps a more accurate description right now. In a fog. A fug. If you like. Foggy Fuggyness. Like the scene in the Matrix where Neo is in a white room with only Morpheus for company. The world feels to bright and too dull at the same time. Like I only have to tap myself softly and I'll bruise. I feel ridiculously under-confident,stupid and dense, lonely, isolated, lost, fragile and all to hyper aware of myself at the same time. My voice, my laugh, my movements. I look at my reflection and feel like there is a stranger residing in my face. It feels like the candle has been snuffed out. That I am not 'alight' just a fading ember.
*sigh* How depressing is THAT. *head - meet desk*