My hypothalamus is caught up in a storm. Whoosh.

• Culinary: Washing the dishes. The dishes. The washing. Washing. Dishes.  Dear, Lord, help me. 
• I  didn't expect to have so  much fun this afternoon. 
• It was nice not having to feel like I'm on my tiptoes. It was nice not having to face the drama. It was nice being myself and laughing so freely. It was nice knowing that it was just good clean fun. For the moment, I felt like everything was okay. Life is unpredictable and sometimes, that's a good thing.
• Gift shopping burned me out. I'm already an emotionally burnt toast. It burned me more. Now, I'm as black as an overused chimney. The kind where Santa hates to pass through.
• I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO GIVE YOU PEOPLE.
• Rant. Rant. Rant. It hit me how unfair it really is. 
• I feel like a spare battery, or perhaps a spare button that goes with that new top. 
• Is it just me? Am I just too blind and jaded? 
• I feel like I'm always the one stepping aside, always the one paving ways for people. Sometimes, it's exhausting. Sometimes, I just can't help it. 
• Can't I talk to you, anymore?  
• I want to stay away for reasons I must keep to myself.
• I think I'll go watch that meteor shower.
•  But first, I must start on my homework. 20 minutes.