I've noticed that my outer world is a direct reflection of my inner world. Usually, I'm very relaxed at work and for the most part, enjoy being here. Today, I just want out. Time isn't moving quick enough and I feel somewhat compelled to jump up from my chair and run out the door. That certainly is a weird feeling, not to mention a very uncomfortable one considering I have to fight it off and just sit here, whiling away the hours until I can go home. But going home isn't the answer either because I have a feeling I would be just as jumpy if I were home right now.

This is all a macrocosm of how I feel inside. I have this image of myself getting through right now (whatever period of time "right now" encompasses) by ducking my head and running to get out the other side. Kind of like a scene from any number of popular action movies where people find themselves fleeing through a tunnel which all the while is collapsing behind them. I guess that's the point - I can't go back because behind me is a pile of whatever the collapsed tunnel was composed of. Rocks and dirt maybe? It doesn't matter. What matters is, I can't go forward either. Right now, all I can do is stand still and hope that the tunnel doesn't collapse on top of me.   ¶ 1:51 PM