Pennyroyal and catella

My thoughts chase their tails in my head.

Small dog, big feet, pounding in circles around my head. When they slow down long enough for to me catch one it's just a ball of fur. I search for the meaning, answers to my questions, but it's just an animal. A matted blur, words and phrases that aren't related; like the fleas swarming on a mutt, the words are there, squirming and massive.

But they're all disconnected.

I bought a chain for my eye-glasses.
It's metallic and blue and cold. In the mornings I sit at my computer, naked, with nothing on but my eye-glasses and the cold, cold chain against my bare shoulders.

It makes me feel like a naughty librarian.