i'm being robbed..

slowly.

i realized it today.

my clothes keep turning up missing.

i finally caved and did laundry today
at the laundromat, i realized i didn't see my powder blue bra
i recall this bra specifically b/c i work out in it.
it smelled and needed to be washed.
but it wasn't in the pile.
then, when i got home, i realized i couldn't find my *favorite*
pair of jeans.
i checked all over.
i even when back to the laundromat .
they're mia.
shortly thereafter, i realized i couldn't find the pants i wore last night.
i mean, i was less than 12 hours later and they were straigh missing.
when you don't have shit (and i don't) it's hard to lose clothes.
there are no dressers.
they're either in the hamper or in the closet.
none of those items can be located.
i'm *very, very* upset about these developements.
after a through search of my vehicle and apartment
i realized....
i'm being robbed.
slowly.

i'm at work right now.....
obviously i'm not doing any work.
i don't feel like watching this movie right now.
i don't wanna write interview questions either.
i want to go to sleep.

i've been up since 6 am.
this wouldn't be so bad if i wasn't up last night until 2:30 am
i couldn't sleep.
anxiety made me it's captor early in the day.
i haven't eaten more than a bowl of apple jacks and a banana.
my stomach incessantly growls
i have no desire to quell the noise

tonight, i'm going to bed early.
seriously, my legs have that tired feeling.
it's the same feeling when my body thinks i'm getting it up too early.
it's that same feeling i get when someone wakes me up b4 i'm ready....
my legs kind of sink into whatever surface they're on (right now, this chair)
and start to feel as if they're a part of the chair.
it's like uber relaxation.
it's what would happen if i lost feeling in them.
at least that's the best way i know to describe the sensation.

i'm going to head to the airport in another 35 mins.