Mehhhhh

My nose is stuffed

and it feels as if it's clogging up my brain.

My head feels swollen with thoughts that can't escape and they're just roiling around the inside of my head like some muggy fog. I can't exactly pin them down, I don't know what's going on in there - but I feel vague. And heavy. They must not be very positive.

Now I feel self obsessed for rambling about myself but I honestly don't know what else to talk about. Sorry.

Don't you love how the earth comes alive when it rains? The colours become so rich and vibrant, the air itself is fresher - you can suddenly smell things you couldn't before. Can't you just imagine the sensation a leaf might experience with every raindrop? They're so thin and fragile and sensitive, rain must be like a full out shiatsu massage, and the sound it makes is so delicate, so very gentle. I went for a walk and the sidewalk was littered with snails. Half of them were crushed though. Poor guys.

My favourite colour is yellow. Cheer, wisdom, childish-ness.

Childish-ness yes. Cheer maybe. Wisdom...ahaa very funny.