getting in this tar pit was likely my doing, directly or indirectly, but extricating myself is certainly up to me. i'm at a loss though.
as if that wasn't enough, while watering my plants just now [because that's what you do when you're not a crazy cat lady] my mind somehow drifted to work and there was a longing of sorts. very mild. but there. i like my job and the idea of getting fulfillment out of it to that extent is not troubling, maybe it's good. but i've never been that person before. c'est bizarre. das ist seltsam. questo � strano. kore wa okashīdesu. yep.
little bird, have you got a key