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My mind or, maybe my body (I could just be going crazy) but I feel so disconnected, kind of like my mind isn't there. When I'm driving, I don't feel I'm driving; but I am dragged by an invisible force across the bare, grating, oil-stained pavement. In fact, I feel like the time between destinations was a dream, an imaginative, lavish fantasy of cross-country driving. Howver, i know it not true. In addition, I have to wake much too early--6:30 in the morning, after waking up at 9 or 10 for the past 9 months. It's a bit of a lifestyle change, heightened by the biting sound of my phones alarm clock at 6:30 in the morning. Despite the wreckless mind or lack of cognition, I'm glad to be back at school. It feels good to be educating my young, ripe, fresh mind. I want to be knowledged, that's why I'm eductaing myself. Because of this work, I feel good about the constructiveness being displayed in my life. I guess the whole disconnected feeling will take some adjustment, to say the least.

posted by M.A.  # 10:17 AM