  Today is a day for wallowing. Abstract thought, sadness, worries, sickness, fatigue - all of these things mix together to create this perfect bit of mud that i can crawl into and cover up in.
I'm not getting along with my mom. I'm not paying my bills. I'm not writing a book.I'm not being productive. I'm not interested in hanging out with friends. I'm not resting. I'm not doing any Good in the World.
I'm not being useful. I'm not being supportive. I'm not being a particularily good friend. I'm not thinking very well. I'm not planning my future, budget, or to do anything. I'm not doing anything even remotely enjoyable. I'm just sitting here, waiting for it to be late enough for me to fall asleep, and feeling slightly guilty for not finishing off the dishes. 
