God, are you spitting on my face?
Today is just one of those days where you feel like everything’s just flying at you, and there’s no way to handle anything with any sort of intelligence or cleverness. You pull out a chair so you can sit in it, and it falls over. You try to make way for someone passing you in the hall, and they trip on you. Everyone in class looks like they’re slowly being drained of their life nectars by the hummingbird of death. Things, events sort of just happen at you, without asking if it’s cool with you. It feels like everything is flying at your face, deadlines, papers, people with no control over their limbs, even big drops of water. But maybe that’s just because it’s raining.
