Everything is so meh. And it’s not just the red sky outside. I did come to write. But I don’t have much energy. After vomiting my intestines out for 24 hours I am back to some liquid diet and I just don’t have the grey cells charged up to jot down anything meaningful. But then that’s the beauty in writing. It’s a vent. You let it out, so you can move on, and it does not sit in your system long enough to brew the toxins it can. Ok whatever.
Alright I tried, but my wrists are hurting and I need to conserve energy for one more day. I need to keep the energy level up.