My head hurts, but it doesn’t hurt. There’s pressure, not in my head but in my head, if you get me. Got an itch in my feet to get up and go, to run and scream and laugh and jump. I’m angry and happy and fucked up and tired and pissed off and content, and I’m coming and going all at at once.
I cleaned the house, vacuum and polish and sparkle and shine. Walked the dog (run run run). Gotta go gotta go, sit still. Up and down.