I am fucking losing my mind.
Nothing serious: long semester, arrival of spring (which signals the impending doom of summer), fatigue, fluctuating thyroid levels, the discovery of an earth-like planet less than 500 light years from here, too many Holly Golightly cds to get through, bits of cork in my whisky, weekend 2 train construction, new bed sheets that aren’t that great, not enough chocolate in this household, uncertainty as to the origin of the Rus people, a full laundry bag.
It could be anything, really.
It’ll pass. Sure. Yeah. It’ll pass.
AbsurdBeats 
feel free to drop me a line if it gets a bit much as life can do
Thanks, dmf. I think I’m more unsettled than anything, and while in theory I approve of unsettling (as a prelude to reflection), in practice it sucks.