Traveller's Block

I've reached the point where everything seems so overwhelming I've been reduced to sitting around and staring into space because my brain can't handle/process what I need to do. That plus the random feelings of shit-I'm-leaving-fuck-shit-balls-what-is-happening has made me extra spacey. Today I went to buy a bouquet of flowers for a friend's 21st and I ended up walking up and down a street 3 times before I walked into a florist.

So now I'm sitting here blankly with my throw, with a birthday I'm meant to be at in half an hour, and my own farewell drinks later on, and I just feel like curling into the fetal position and rocking myself backwards and forwards in the dark because my brain has hit a block. Like writer's block where an author will stand on their head to try find inspiration and stand on the edges of buildings (from what I've drawn from watching Stranger Than Fiction) except I'm a traveller.

God help me.