This is one of those restless evenings where nothing seems to fit and everything makes so much sense yet nothing makes enough sense.
I turn on the space heater because I'm cold. Less than 30 seconds later, I want it off. The hot dry air down by my feet and ankles somehow stifles me and I can hardly breathe. My lips are dry and I'm thirsty and I drink water that somehow doesn't taste right. The scent of the hand lotion bothers me. I can't read anything that sits still. It needs to be conversational, it needs to be interactive.