Juxtapose

Today feels like a Royal Tenebaums day. One of those where everything seems to pass by with this benign, dryly ironic trail of steam following it. I feel like lounging in a tepid bath, tapping my wooden finger on the claw-footed tub, and with a washed-out tone, spouting forth poetry that comes from somewhere in the seat of my being - the gut, the pit of my soul, whatever.

I don't know what I'm feeling at this moment. Maybe it's the combination of the emptiness left behind after the release of three papers' worth of homework material from my brain and the sudden refilling that comes of reading 450ish pages of nursing and microbiology jargon shortly thereafter, somewhat like what becomes of those sad souls who eat nothing all day to conserve calories and then fill themselves up to their esophageal brim with food, only to feel not the pleasant lightness of having only eaten one meal the whole day, but rather that teetering sense of nausea that doesn't leave until true digestion occurs.

I can't say nothing has gone right today, but I can't say nothing has gone wrong either. The productivity I experienced over this very productive, very busy weekend I just spent as prisoner to the homework of this week and next has, evidently, sapped me of all possible resources required for anything beyond breathing and stuffing my face.

Which reminds me. I'm exceedingly hungry.