For the first time since I came back to Denmark, I’m restless as I become once in a while.
I have felt weird all day, not knowing what to do with myself, I have slept too little and my dreams of last night (that I can’t remember) haunt me like little flies that scatter when I reach for them.
I haven’t done much today, though I feel full of a nervous energy, – I managed to cook, watch a couple of movies and make an apple crumble. I ate too much and feel way too tipsy for the two glasses of wine that I had. I feel beside myself, not being able to hit the spot or balance my energy. I would like to go to bed and get up early to do stuff tomorrow but I know I won’t be able to sleep. I would love to go out and take a long walk, maybe listening to Sylvian, Einaudi or Eno but that would be giving in to an all-nighter. When I feel like this, once I start doing things, I can’t stop.
There’s no storm in the air, there’s no weird winds to tease my hair and the moon is not full yet, though it’s winking its one eye and taunting me through the window. But my symptoms are the usual.