Fast
Actually, slow.
That's how I feel right now. Its because I am fast, rather fast-ing. Not because I'm low on energy, though that definitely is the case - it's mostly because of the cold. Nobody told me fasting makes you feel like you're freezing!
Even my work desk is chill to the touch. It's 70 degrees in my office today. Oh!
It seem as i'm writing this, the headache portion is creeping in. How annoying. Can't it at least wait until the words are out of my brain? I find a lot of the time those headaches, mostly the migraines, are a barrier for creative thought. It's trapped. Barely able to squeeze out.
I end up speaking and writing a lot more like a robot when these things happen. Emphasis on formality, consistency and clarity over expression. Not the most interesting...
Ah, what a dreadful pressure.
I read online that you can chug ice water to help fight the hunger feelings. Honestly, I haven't felt hungry at all yet, though I had a really god-damned massive breakfast yesterday which could be responsible. I'm not hungry, but I want to eat. Now you see why I'm fasting to begin with. Wonder if headache meds count during a fast.... Should probably check the contents.
Another note, I'm listening to Echo by Incubus while writing this. Or I was, that has moved on to some Sugar Ray and now more Incubus over time. Echo is so good; it's got a great melody. I've been making some very primitive melodies of my own for Life Seeker, or at least that's where I'd like them to be used. That just reminded me. I also spent a few hours yesterday evening working on a new level for the game. I'm not sure of the name, though I am calling it "Islands" right now. More like cliffs in an infinite mountain range. My first level! Not done yet. More to come, too.
Alright, well. I'll stop hogging your line now. Seeya.