Yes, I skipped a day. I couldn’t bring myself to do anything. It wasn’t a particularly bad or good day. I just got through it. I didn’t enjoy it or hate it. I couldn’t make myself get up in the morning, couldn’t make myself do anything at all…I wasted the day. Even today, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have to work. And by work, I mean not really work, because I have no work to do. Just an article to finish reading before end of day. It’s that kind of a day. And I’m severely bored. I’ve been apathetic and uninterested all day. I just want to curl up in a comfortable little den and sleep in the safety of someone’s arms. Apathy is my new best friend…apparently.
I really hate these funks.
