Sometimes, I feel myself become more absent minded then usual, or maybe just careless, and then I sense this mess building around me, over my head and under my feet. Whenever I think about it, or kind of give it a sidelong glance, I feel a vague sense of panic, and my heart sinks a little, knowing that there's this mess that I'm going to need to figure out soon, but I just don't really feel like facing yet. The past week has been like that. And I'm not entirely sure yet how far I'll let this mess go on. But I should probably get on top of this soon. Otherwise things may get out of hand... assuming, of course, with no basis in any form of reason or logic, that they haven't already.
For now though, I guess I'll just get a dog.
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