Today’s an empty day. I’d guess part of it is the hangover that kicked me in the face this morning. But on my walk to get lunch, I was thinking about what I was going to write today and have been drawing a complete blank.
Hollow. That’s the best way to describe it. An empty garage. It’s not sad, or mad like I was on Tuesday. It’s just a lack of any emotion really at all.
I’ve had this before with my mom, and it’s one of the states I dislike most. For me, it’s like your mind hasn’t made up its mind as to what it wants to be.
So you coast through the day in neutral: Everything tastes a little blander on those days, and tomorrow couldn’t come quickly enough.
