I'm feeling flat. Emotionless. Not happy, not sad. A bit sore from the gym. A bit lazy. I have things to do. I need to pull my finger out. I have a job to find, a house to clean, laps to swim, a novel, poetry and other things to write.
The novel is coming along slowly, slowly, slowly. I've been telling people that I'm writing it which puts self-imposed pressure on me to actually write it -and it's a gruelling task at the moment.
Also, at the moment, I don't know if I need to get more sleep or do some more exercise. Maybe sleepwalking is the answer.
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