13th September

I have not left the house today. It's always a possibility if I'm not contractually obligated to leave the house, but I ordinarily manage to depart. It's basically been one of those days where I've slept in, played Peggle on my Xbox (the simple to play, difficult to master puzzle game that has been a time drain of late) and then slept some more. I presume the idea of this is that I'm getting enough rest that I'll have enough energy for later in the week, but in reality I just feel groggy and terrible about myself. I probably should have come to this realisation about sleeping in before the age of 29, but there you go.

I suppose that recognising this trait is a sort of progress, there were days in my early to mid 20s at the height of my depression where I would stay in for three or four days. Progress in my life is slow. That's the gist of this one.

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