I'm been in a reading-not-writing phase this last week. I don't know why. Sometimes, just the thought of sitting down and trying to write something makes me twitch. Twitchy in a paralyzed sort of way. I can't quite explain it, because I don't quite understand it myself.
Like, the other day, I knew our landlady was outside working on a few things before she headed back up to Spokane, but instead of going out to say hello, I hid inside. Totally, irrational dread that she would come to the door and I would have to talk to her. Really bizarre.
And then last night I went to class and was all friendly and talkative and "pay-attention-to-me"ive. Sometimes I think there are two of me. Seriously. Serially.