phlegm
I’m really bored, mostly because I’ve been sick and haven’t felt like leaving the house.
The house being a basement room my friend John has graciously allowed me to stay in until my new lease opens up.
Things haven’t turned out how I wanted. In general. I have trying to come up with ways to fix that.
1) Get off my ass and work on the various artistic projects I’ve been meaning to do for years
2) Be more social
3) Get more sleep
I feel like if I succeed at these things will solve a great majority of my problems.
The main reason I haven’t already been doing these things is because they are hard. If I didn’t try to stop myself, I would stay at my house all the time, doing nothing, talking to no one. This would not make me happy, but it would at least be easy.
That needs to stop. I need to sleep more, so I have more energy to do the things I want. It is a way of making them easier.
But getting to sleep is hard.
The semblance of logic I have applied to this is tenuous at best. It is an emotional rant covered in a thick, corrosive layer of pseudologic.