Ever since Thursday afternoon, I've been in a funny mood. I feel as though I'm sinking into some invisible sea; really sinking into myself more and more. As we drove home from NIH this afternoon, I kept the car window open to let in the air and the noise because I felt like I needed it to feel real, or maybe that's not the most accurate word, to feel more like I'm back in reality. For a long time I thought it was the aura of the book I'm reading. Sometimes I fall so far into a good book that I lose all sense of my place in time and the book can become more real that my reality for awhile. I've been reading pretty much non-stop today. But then I remembered I've felt this way before, recently. It happened after acupuncture several weeks ago where I just really detached emotionally from my life and spent a whole day in contemplation. It was very restorative. So that is probably what is going on here. Have I mentioned lately how weird my life really is?
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