ice floes.

Only three days after (confusing, intense) breakup, my body feels useless, pockmarked, stubbly. I feel entirely unwilling to haul this body out into the world. My stomach is also acting up, which I suppose adds to the feeling.
I am both sad and grumpy, an excellent combination of course. It is always a great idea to sit around and be self-pitying, right?

I have more to say but I feel too stupid to say any of it just now.