2005-11-06
Hey There, Blimpy Boy...
I never feel more like I'm riding around in a ball way up high off the ground than after days of working 10 hours, and a couple of drinks.
I remember in my last year of my B.A., working on some essay late at night and grabbing onto the table cuz all of a sudden I felt like I was up in the corner.
At least right now I feel like I'm riding around in some part of my body. It's just that when I say "my body" it's along the same lines as saying "my car". Maybe if I had a car it wouldn't feel so much like that. When legs are your transportation this feeling probably sets in a bit easier.
Then again, I know people with cars who walk around with gondola-head, too.
pansycline at 3:33 a.m.