If 13 is an unlucky number, I must be one lucky guy…
13 days in and I have been dead to the world for the past three. I can’t seem to shake this feeling, and I am certain by now it’s not sickness.
Well, it could be mental sickness, but that’s for another series…now back to this one.
Food intake is stagnant and monotonous now.
It feels as if I am just chewing up little bits of nothing and swallowing little bits of nothing despite what my human waste does to me when I decide its time to get rid of the full sized van that sits in my lower colon.
The past three days I have felt stagnant; not wanting to get anything done, and not worrying about it either.
I haven’t wanted to work; I haven’t wanted to write; I haven’t wanted to look at my baseball cards; I haven’t wanted to do anything at all except lounge around and watch TV programs and movies that I have seen 1,000 times.
I didn’t want to cook if it was something that would be more time consuming and complicated than Ramen Noodles.
My sleeping the past three nights have been if I am not so tired that staying awake one more second would kill me, I just don’t fall asleep.
How is it that everyone in movies and shows can go from normal daytime hanging out to a nap in minutes, but I can’t fall asleep to save my life?
Meditation is the only decent constant, and I am constantly trying new videos. Law of attraction meditation music is slowly taking over for my favorite tones.
I would go into more detail, but I just haven’t been motivated enough to do something that has more detail.
Until tomorrow, and the will to put on pants and leave the house…