A bag full of marbles on a gym floor.

Rough day today.  Been emotional lately.  Some days everything makes sense.  Today wasn't one of them.  Even things that usually make sense didn't today.  The slightest thing would set me off crying, too.  I'm sure that some of it's been not enough sleep.  Thoughts have been disjointed, random, and it was a struggle to put them together.  It was as if my thoughts were a bag of marbles, spilled on the floor of a gymnasium.  Thank goodness the day's almost over.

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