Weeks like these, I realize that I'm not a teenager anymore, no matter how often I make dick jokes and play video games to try and maintain the self-deception.
I'd be loathe to blame this listlessness on jetlag, but I'm sleeping like a baby and my biorhythms seem fine, so that's definitely not the reason I'm spending hours on the couch staring blankly at the wall. It's much more likely that this is my body telling me that it needs more rest while I recover from illness - but then again, I've spent decades not listening to my body, so why start now?
On the plus side, there's AOD coming up this weekend, and conventions always do good things for my energy level. Perhaps I will get into a shouting match with Ian McConville for no good reason, just so I can take off my pants and throw fake feces at him. He LOVES it when I do that...
I'll keep you updated even if I have no urge to write - I have a lot of fun writing on this here rant space here, so maybe the act of writing more rants is what'll pull me out of this dead funk.