I don’t blog much anymore. I don’t do much. Even when life events happen of any significance, like a gigantic bruise on my leg that is ever expanding after the pig attacked me earlier this week.
I’m sleeping poorly most nights because my body has developed a new enhanced allergy to the 2000 bed bugs that attack and suck my blood each night. I wheeze and make awful noises, staying up till midnight or later each night.
Sometimes I don’t fall asleep at all till 7 or 8am and frequently I stay in bed asleep till 3pm or later. Yesterday I slept in all day.
I stay in my room more than usual and nap or watch TV. Some days I don’t even turn on my computer. It’s easier to nap than be sad awake. Today is Saturday and I’m letting the sadness deep through while I watch a new TV series.
Usually I would rely on a series I’m familiar with. When it’s new, I have to pay more attention, so I don’t think about my failures past, present and future. I watch.
It’s not really working, so I watched and blogged. I’m not fully focused on either one.
Such is limbo life. Coasting till my universe provides a new reason to react, accept and adapt to a change. Perhaps a move to BC. My lack of action is upsetting the homeowner, who would love me to participate and help out more, but I’m afraid of him. I do everything wrong, and get in trouble so it’s easier to get in trouble for doing nothing.
