I waved to you from a sandcastle and you waved me away

It keeps coming back, like a gosling that's imprinted to a pebble in your shoe. 

There's a feeling I momentarily get during metacognition, it's a fervent swimming against a rushing river kind of feeling. After the swimmer drowns though I'm left with this sense of clueless-ness. Clueless because I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be doing or of what I'm feeling. It quickly develops into a little headache and so I end up turning to Anna K for a distraction, which isn't bad - I suppose. 

Oh well, hopefully I have less of these idle moments  ( :

Haha maybe it's knowing that nothing is happening in life for a little while, this holiday. Or it's just something more shallow, like wondering why I can't muster the courage to talk to Daisy even when it's online.

I love the feeling of my hands after a shower they're so warm, my hands are seldom warm. 

I'm going to apply some hand lotion and quite possibly purchase a llama so I can justify my following farewell.