Nails in my coffin.

I just bit my nails off for the first time in at least four months. Only one looks demolished, the others are just short enough that if I file them they'll look "normal" and "neat". What the fuck is going on with me today. Is it the cold medicine? I feel like my skin is too tight and my mind is too loose and they're not meeting in the middle. This is how out of it I am - I lit a cigarette backwards and inhaled before I noticed. Yeah. That bad, people. I mean I was late this morning and there was no reason for it. I spaced my badge, wallet, getting gas, letting Baron out, everything that's such a huge and easy part of my usual routine. I just feel like clenching my teeth and stretching and running and sleeping all at the same time. How uncomfortable and dangerous would that be? Is it because I stopped working out in the mornings? I have no idea anymore, all I know is I don't want to be here and yet why would I feel different anywhere else? I'd still feel bored and restless at home, at the beach, anywhere. Just sitting at work having nothing to do for this time window makes me want to get up and do sprints down the hall, regardless of the President's office having glass walls so he could see me. I'd probably wave or salute him with the mood I'm in. So because I am just that bored I'm going to go get some Sun Chips out of the vending machine even though A, I don't need them and B, I'm not even that hungry. No wait I am a little bit. Ok good, I recognize something about myself. DONE DONE DONE.