I'm kind of impressed that it took this long to bore myself, but it's official: I'm bored of me. I was explaining to my father at lunch today that I expect this challenge to have plenty of ebbs and flows. I know there will be times when it is highly dramatic and others that are more like lulls in an otherwise stimulating conversation.
Maybe it's because I'm under the weather with a head cold, but I feel muted today. Dull. Cloudy. And that translates to uninteresting. The fact that I'm okay with that feels even more lame. Shouldn't I be manufacturing a crisis so I have something to write about? Maybe I'm too lethargic from the fever but I just don't give enough of a shit to make anything up.
See what I did there? I threw in some profanity to add spice to an otherwise bland dish.
Ha! Now I'm feeling witty. That too will pass. It's 6:15 and I want to sleep but my body isn't ready. So I'm in that catatonic state when I don't have enough energy to focus, but also not enough relaxation to rest. Lovely. How fun for me.
Now I'm craving food because I know it will alter my emotional state. I'm a 42 year old child. Saying that made me smile on the inside. I feel mischievous and yet have no energy to act out.
Am I putting you to sleep, too? There now. Shhh. Go to sleep. Go to ZZZzzzzzzzz...