August 6th, 2009
Remember urban malaise? I have it. For days now I have been an utter slug, doing nothing, wasting hours – in fact, the day before yesterday I literally went and laid in my bed for three hours in the afternoon because there just wasn’t anything I could think of that I felt like doing and it seemed like bed was the most comfortable place to declare defeat on the day.
Then last night I realized I was sick or getting there, which could probably explain the lack of energy and motivation. So I put myself to bed around ten and slept through until nine this morning, when I woke feeling basically fine but still like a lazy wastrel. Today I am committed to cleaning up around here and not going back to bed for hours and hours, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to.
I don’t know what’s up with me. I feel strangely fine for a sick person, strangely sick for a well person. Something is missing and I can’t put my finger on what it is. Ever since the weekend I have been a washout as a person.
What about you? How are you doing?
Whatever it is you have, I think I have it, too. All last weekend, I couldn’t be bothered to do anything but nap and snuggle with the cats. Physically, I’m at work today, but so far the biggest contribution I’ve made today is entropy towards the eventual heat death of the universe.
Granted, I am trying to give up coffee, so that’s probably not helping the situation.
I have chronic whatever-that-is.
I went for a walk at lunch and found a wild apple tree, and ate an apple. Made me feel very good – natury and whatnot. I sure won’t make that mistake again though, it made me horrendously sick for a good solid hour. Fuck you, nature.
However! The weather is currently awesome for, say, hiking. Tomorrow looks pretty good, think a walk in the woods would cure your malaise?
Brilliant! Let’s do it. Can I leave the arrangement making to you? I don’t know where one hikes.