The wind from my sails
I've been bouncing around today, fuelled by what I can only guess to be nervous energy. The only thing I can think to attribute it to is that after the events of a couple of days back my body has decided to react by shifting into full "fight or flight" mode (actually mostly the latter, I suppose - I don't think my reaction in any circumstance has ever been to choose fight over flight). Still it's a weird sensation. It feels as though my body is preparing for something but hasn't bother to keep me up to date with what exactly.
It reminds me of an old Star Trek episode ("Genesis" season 7 - I really should have better things to do with my memory than remembering these things), in which the crew are infected with an extremely unlikely disease that causes every to begin to devolve down the evolutionary ladder. Picard beings turning into a Lemur and begins to look very nervous about... well, everything really.
That's how I feel right now.
Like I'm turning into a lemur.
I really needed a better analogy didn't I?
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I once had a lemur perch on my shoulder and eat fruit off my head. It was extremely cute.
Yes, you need a better metaphor. Meanwhile: get well soon. [Is that appropriate? Or should it be 'evolve rapidly'?]
I tried perching on a few shoulders at work today. Judging from the reaction I don't think many people found it cute, and certainly no-one tried to feed me any fruit.
Hmph.