Le sigh.
I'm in a funk. I think I've quit watching PB for good and I think the lack of an exciting project is bumming me out. I seem to have become addicted to projects, or fun stuff in general, it's the only thing that distracts me from the meaninglessness of life! Gawd, that sounds melodramatic, but seriously. I mean, I like life - from what I can tell it's immensely preferable to being dead - but it really is just completely pointless. Unless there's a God or reincarnation or something, but that doesn't seem at all likely. You're born, you live, you die, the end. The only thing that matters is that you're having fun and doing what you want to do, and I am, and that ... depresses me, somehow. Tada! Marvel at my amazing talents at turning lemonade back into lemons and then into catpiss!
Whatever, I guess my Prozac's just taking the week off. And my tiredness is seriously getting to me: I really wanted to go for a walk today but I was so tired I had to take a nap instead. Tried to just lie down and *rest*, but I fell asleep. And now I want to do it again.
Whatever, I guess my Prozac's just taking the week off. And my tiredness is seriously getting to me: I really wanted to go for a walk today but I was so tired I had to take a nap instead. Tried to just lie down and *rest*, but I fell asleep. And now I want to do it again.