It’s not like nothing is going on, I am just beyond lazy to do anything. Genuinely, I have had little interest to do practically anything for the past six days. Everything is such an effort, taking every fibre of my being to do, requiring everything I have. It never used to be this way, and that continuous thought hits me hard and makes me so very very angry. Angry with myself for thinking that, for letting it get to me and for my stupid body for making it carry on this way.
So yes, just laziness. Another ‘side effect’ (as so known as another curse) of my new life.