at the altar of the gods of good feelings. Burning incense, bringing myrrh, hoping Apollo, the charioteer smiles at me not Neptune, the stormy one. Hope my brain starts working asap. Can’t stand this feeling bad, this blankness, I don’t know why it happens to me. I do know I’m sick to death of it. Brain, behave yourself! I’ll take responsibility for my emotions, I’m trying! Ugh, I should just shut up till I feel better!