And that is all.
Nothing is what I feel like doing today.
It’s cold and snowy and gross out.
I am in the middle of the middle of a project at work, without any real pressing deadlines or excitement.
I can’t think of any good music to listen to. Or books to read. Or movies to watch.
I feel bloated (might have been the cookie dough and wine for dinner last night?)
I am just getting over a cold, so I still feel a bit wiped out, but certainly not ill anymore.
I am lethargic.
Kind of sleepy.
My hair isn’t cooperating.
I am officially meh.
It’s not a bad day… nothing has really gone wrong.
I just don’t feel like doing today.
For an individual who tends to run to extremes on feelings and enthusiasm, a flat-line day is a great rarity for me indeed. I don’t usually do ambivalent or indifferent or whatevs (except in my fake-hipster impressions, which are pretty amazing, if I can say so myself.)
I am rarely apathetic.
And when I am, I don’t like it. (I guess I feel strongly against feeling detached?!)
I hate feeling like I am wasting a day being grey.