Fucking Exhausted

I slept about 12 hours last night and have continued to nap throughout the day. Thinking is an effort. Not thinking is an effort. Moving is an effort. Not moving is torture.

The whole thing is very much like being depressed, which I’m fairly certain I am, especially in light of what I’ve done to my brain and body recently.

I’m still getting out and doing things; today I did laundry and when to a couple of meetings at the Alano Club. Those things seemed to have taken every last ounce of energy I have.

I should be home around six. I intend to be in bed by seven. I took a sick day today because of how I feel, but really need to be back on my game for work tomorrow.

It’s a pity I don’t have health insurance. I could really use some right now. Instead, I have to allocate some of my limited energy to battle with Moda over whether I live here or not. The whole thing is extremely fucked up.

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