Zebra Feet

I think I need a new right foot. It just straight up hurts. My big toe is gnawing at the rest of my foot, and my ankle is sore.

I am made wildly uncomfortable when people sit really close to me, especially in lectures. I don’t just mean when they sit in the seat next to me. I don’t need an entire row to myself or anything, but when they allow themselves to hang over the edge of the seat and into my personal space, I find it distressing. I am also not self-assured enough to calmly ask the person next to me in this sort of situation to kindly stop touching me.

I got a bit of purple ink on my shirt this morning, and while I’m certain that no one else will notice it, it still bothers me. In fact, looking down, I can’t even see it, but I can feel it. Not literally, but it’s like I put a marker on it inside my brain, on my mental map of the world, and I can’t get the little light bulb to turn off.

I’m wearing an Isis necklace today. It’s pretty-- I added a quartz pendant as well, so there’s a little silver Isis with the yellow quartz. It’s odd that I feel funny wearing my Hindu bracelet but have no qualms about wearing Isis. I think that must mean that my hesitation isn’t about the beauty of the images, but with the social pressures and cues that I might be caving to and/or giving off unintentionally (I made a typo when typing unintentionally the first time, and it auto-corrected to existentially).

I tried a melon strawberry drink this morning, and it’s delicious. I wish it were a little more melon and a little less strawberry though.

Several months ago, I mentioned to my boyfriend that I used to love the zebra gum that my dad would buy me when I was a little kid, but unfortunately I can’t chew it anymore because it has sugar anymore. This gum was so cool, it was zebra striped in bright colors (like green or pink or purple) and while that was neat enough in and of itself, but the really cool part was that each wrapper came with a stick-on tattoo. On Saturday, when he showed up at my house with the fixings for Mexican cocoa to comfort me after hearing that my Grandpa had passed away, he also brought a pack of the zebra gum, because while in Vons, he noticed that it came in sugar free now. It was just as amazing as I remember it.

My ears are crooked.

I’ve been so tired for a month now. I think that it would be in m best interest to sleep basically all day on Saturday. My skin feels like it’s about two sizes too small and it buttons at the back of my neck. Maybe that isn’t my exhaustion that I’m feeling there, maybe it’s my hair. I’ve been trying to stretch my sleep farther, and so I haven’t given my hair time to dry in the mornings. To prevent it from looking totally scraggly, it ends up getting put up in a bun.

I changed my alarm-clock ring tone to a chime, and it’s wildly weird to have the different noise. It ends up getting incorporated into my dreams, as well, briefly, which is confusing to wake up to. Perhaps I should change back.