Well, I'm here, back in my life. Except here isn't where I left it, is it, Bud? Everything feels so fake to me now. So utterly strange. I was missing the comfort and familiarity of "home," but now nothing in this place is comfortable. Familiar, sure, but also alien. It's like I'm filling in for someone else's shift, or something. I know what to do, and how to do it, but it just feels weird to me. I don't want to be here, but I am, and I'll put up with it because I have to. I see it as an extended business trip...I'm just working offsite for a while. I can deal with that, because I know eventually I'll be going home.
I feel...well, honestly, "weird," though not particularly descriptive, is the best that I can come up with. Unsettled. At loose ends. I'm lightheaded and sick to my stomach and just plain not myself.
My brain isn't working properly.
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