Today has been a bad day, starting with the fact that I could not pick myself up out of bed and have been unable to will myself to do anything of any use to anyone all day. I was unable to compute some statistics problems for my online quiz, after which I promptly returned to decomposing faced down in my bed.
I don’t remember the last time I felt so poor in spirit, which is either a good thing (if that means I do not have such episodes regularly) or a bad thing (I never figured out how to avoid these phases). My hair is falling out (a little more than the usual amount for a normal guy my age), and my knees hurt. My head is restless and so is my mind. I spent all day in bed and still feel tired, listless, syrup-like in terms of motivation. I wouldn’t say I’ve lost the will to live, but currently I do feel like all the drudgery meets drama is seriously cramping my rocketeering style.
In any case, I’m headed home this coming weekend. Should give me a chance to get away from this place and see my family again. I also need a haircut, some home-cooked meals, and to pick up my purchases after they arrive (hopefully). I would also like to see Amy, but that is for the fates to decide. And of course—continuing on with the theme of inconvenience—the freaking G8 Summit will cause many parts of downtown Toronto to be closed, including my Greyhound terminal. I’m hoping the Fedbus can take me where I need to go (i.e. directly to Scarborough Town Center).
Random Note: I still remember that time I saw a whole pick up truck full of bagels driving alongside the bus that Connie and I were taking to get to our respective homes. That was neat.