my whole body feels oversized and clumsy.  two left feet, an aching stomach, hands that fumble over everything i touch.  i look in the mirror and sigh - my face is haggard, and tired, and old.

i want to take a sick day because i'm so sad, i can barely open my mouth.  i want to lay on my back and sink into my bed and cry until there is nothing left of me but a a puddle of salt water on the sheets.

but knowing me, and the apathetic turn my sadness tends to take, i'd just sit and stare at the wall until my eyes start to burn because i've forgotten how to blink.