I feel very worn out. Some hungry face with a body, but I daresay I've been contented recently.
I've got some busy dizziness; a constant work ethic suited for barn hands, but not a scholar, which is the type I should be having.
The god nectar got me in a fuss.
I think I'm going in directions of wild propositions, but the summertime would allow nothing less. For once, I think my personality as it stands against my peers, male peers, I might be in some other dimension that I've finally, finally gotten the chance to explore.

I need to read my tarot cards.