Sunday, April 3, 2011

I'm experiencing a rather inconvenient feeling of dread.
My mind feels like a state of loss.
It's not a very nice place to be, at the moment.

I tried reading The Fountainhead to make things better, but strangely a book I fawned over for the whole of yesterday seems stranger to me now and I couldn't even get past 2 pages without feeling restless.

I have a reflection to write but it isn't helping my mind in any way.
In fact, it's increasing my soporific subconsciousness.

Maybe I'm just debilitated.

Even writing seems trite and tiresome.

Sorry for being so dreary.

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