6.11.2001

Everything feels like it's out of control, like I'm stuck in a whirlwind, like the floor is falling out from beneath my feet.

I'm tired and I'm sickly and I'm a little bit grumpy and I'm feeling like sometime long ago I woke up ugly and I don't really know how that happened.

There's too much to do, and there is no time at all while children run by and pages turn and seconds tick and deadlines approach and I don't remember the last time summer felt this way but I really don't like it.

I have accumulated many butterflies in my stomach that zip and soar and dive and flitter flitter flitter constantly in my tummy and I really do wish they would stop.

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