Sub-dissociative qualities

There's nowhere I want to be right now. I'm downstairs in my house, upstairs I feel penned in, downstairs I'm hanging out with my little brother. I'm blogging on my phone to put off making a decision.

Time felt so compressed two days ago, now it's stretching and straining and peeling apart so that every minute feels like a cobweb I have to wade through just to make it as far as the wake tomorrow.

On the other hand, I feel confident I'll get very little done. Time spent well goes quickly and I don't expect to have that quality of time available to me in great quantities.

There's no need to be up early tomorrow.  I think I'll stay up very late, get things done that way.