Fidget

It's hard to concentrate on work when I desperately don't want to be here. I want to be tending to a friend in the hospital. I want to be digging out my car. I want to be finishing a million things at home. It's not that I'd rather be back in bed, but that I'd rather be out in the world actually doing something. Sometimes its the sitting around that makes me crazy. Nothing seems right in my routine at work. Food tastes metallic somehow and unappealing. Coffee doesn't seem to do anything but make me want to curl up in a ball. It's a really strange feeling, and one that I hope will pass soon. Maybe today's sunlight will help.

UPDATE: Apparently it's the worst day ever. That explains some of it.