Sorry bout that....
I had all this shit planned and then--fatigue. It's got a grip on me.
Tried some retail therapy, actually got almost all my Christmas shopping done, online. I don't go places unless I absolutely have to. Not even for free flu shots. Essentially, I'm a hermit who drives a Prius maybe ten miles a week.
This is the first day in weeks where the combo of weed and work doesn't have me crawling beneath the covers. Please, more manic phases, fewer depressive phases; less sleep, more writing.
It crosses my mind, several times a day, that I might be completely fucking insane. And the original Catch-22, I can't be insane if I know I'm insane.
It feels alone even though I know there's millions, billions of people going through the same shit.