My brain isn't in my head today.
But I slept this morning. A whole 5 hours. I feel rested in that... not really awake... sort of way.
Dull achey head. Perpetually cold hands. I should be doing something now. I should be reading or studying or composing world shattering treatise. I should be learning a new imaging tool or finding mind bending works.
But I'm not.
My dull head wants to play music and have an argument that goes nowhere and walk around pike's place, early in the morning with the shops just setting up and the workers getting annoyed at the passing shoppers who want to see the wares too early. My dull head wants to know leonard cohen and tom waits (fuck the naysayers) and smoke fuzzy bowls until my body stops feeling the urge to move.
My dull head wants a day where it's alright to just lay in bed with a chest for a pillow and an arm for a blanket and nothing much worth doing.