I wasn’t depressed, nothing major had occurred since going to bed (fully self-aware) the night before. But I was hollow. Felt nothing. Thought nothing. Did nothing.
I really hoped I’d be back today, because it was boring being stuck like that and I had a lot of sh#t to do.
Today I feel a bit more present, but not enough. Where the hell am I and what is my problem, exactly? Hellooooo…am I able to hear me? Get back here because what’s left behind to hold the fort is annoyed and confused.
Yes, the day before was exceptionally bizarre and *again* I was told I should make a movie. But I was feeling fine despite it all (it’s too weird to explain, sorry) and yet I’ve checked out and didn’t leave a note.
I better be back today because I have a lot to do and I don’t want to miss this weekend’s trip to Savannah.
AND!… I’m going to be very pissed at myself when I do get back, for absconding with my mental faculties without warning. Yes, some hell shall be raised.
But all this thought and effort is draining what little of me I have. So for now, I’m going to take yet another nap and wait.
Cheers,
Autopilot Me
(I’d post some relevant visual but I can’t remember how right now. Probably best since most of my images are, well, a bit off-color. Or something.)
