"Imagine all the terrain, between your ear and your other ear"

sometimes what you write is so happy and other times it's so gloomy.
You can't quite make up your mind, can you?
"I don't know what you want me to do?"

I'm back on top, so why does it always have to be about Eric's trip?
The sleeve of my hooded sweatshirt was soaking wet from perspiration.
I need to stop being a nervous wreck and take a minute to get this shit gathered.
Hunter/Gatherer, ha!
It really is quite that simple. I'm only 22 minutes from freezing.
Or is it my boiling point?

I am already freezing in my apartment. When I go outside, I'm immune.