Its as if the lack of routine has brought about a breakdown in time itself.

The days seem shorter. Hours fly by in an instant. And suddenly a half an hour tv program stretches out into infinity. Theres a weird mist hanging around me that I can't seem to shake off. That funny mist you get when you sleep in late. The type that normally goes away as you gradually wake up on your idle Sunday morning.

But no. The mist doesn't go away.

Its odd. Its that fresh out of bed feeling. Somehow its bad. I think.

Everything seems odd nowadays. Its like my suspicion sense kicked into overdrive.

:/

Something is wrong with me. Somewhere.

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Somehow when I lapse into abstraction or talk about something completely weird. No.

It extends to almost everything.

As long as its my thoughts over here. I tend to slip into oddly complex vocabulary. The type I wouldn't be caught dead using. Why?

Cause it makes me sound like a snob.

And also cause thinking like that actually requires effort. Its ridiculous, no one thinks using complex vocabulary like that. Well actually some people do, but normal people don't. Or maybe its just me. I think like this, in a speaking style, I speak either to myself, or random people. Either that or I think in images when I'm in an extra creative mood.

I don't sprinkle innumerable pentasyllabic words around like I do over here so much.

Makes it hard to read. Then again, maybe the pentasyllabic can carry with it nuance that my thought does express, but cannot be read.

If you get what I'm saying.