Do you ever have one of those days...

when it feels like your nerves are exposed? Right now it seems like my skin is pulled too thin and the sensation from one of my own fleeting thoughts, or the smallest of someone else's actions, or the tiniest sentence in Ulysses feels like a cheese grater connecting with raw flesh.

That's disgusting, huh?

I think I'm stressed out with school. And possibly a little over-caffeinated.

Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts.

(Moral of this story: Might be best to steer clear of me today, or I might curl into the fetal position and start screaming in gibberish.)