It's all a little wrong. My whole life. It's as if I got a look at my life from another angle and discovered it was all a movie set. Just the fronts of buildings and a couple safe-to-break windows.
At least there are no fires, right?
But I do wish there was a giant monster smashing buildings and expressing the rage I feel, sometimes. It would be . . . appropriate.
I'm doing laundry. It's a small step, but a step. I'm normally energized after I do laundry. I feel clean and fresh, like a new man.
Sorry I'm being a little disjointed, here. My thoughts are disjointed, so it's not difficult to imagine my diary will be.
I have Plans, and all I wish to do is sleep. Wake up tomorrow and face down another day. I'm not particularly depressed or sad, just . . . flat. This, of course, is a good indicator of "depressed" and "sad," so maybe I am and I just don't realize it.
Tomorrow: Clean clothes. A new day. Maybe a chance to act properly, or maybe a chance to nap for hours after work, then go to bed?
We'll see. Be good, kats and kittens. Yer all good friends.