When I’m in that blah mood where my brain first seem satisfied with any of my choices, I can attest that just doing more drugs isn’t the answer. Doing even more less-so.
It’s now 320pm and I’m feeling more spun, but equally neutral on my motivation to browse, chat, work or anything else…
Even blogging. The thoughts I had intended to write about help passed. Forgotten.
I’ll start the loop of trying things. I was going to walk to the store, or Tim Hortons. I was going to microwave some lunch. I was going to take a shower.
I did nothing.