Yeah, it's that kind of week. The kind where I have very little to do and suddenly I start thinking. Thinking is bad. My advice: always try to keep busy, avoid thinking. Avoid the realization that the days and nights are all the same, that your phone will not ring no matter how much you stare at it, that it doesn't matter if you change out of your pajamas today or the next day or the next one after that. It's that thing that leads to insomnia at night (although I do get to watch Craig Ferguson and laugh a little bit); the thing that leads to lots of unnecessary sleep in the mornings; its what makes Country music and Alicia Keys so popular; and leads to not wanting to eat (hello! fat kid here).
To sum up, this is my week:
"There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall."
-Colette, Freedom, 1908
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