The subject of this entry is funny to me. I don't know why.
Monday was, by any definition you want to use, a wasted day.
I mean, I couldn't even make myself sad when I wanted. And that used to be my faithful standby mood. Today, I didn't even have that to fall back upon. I remained numb all day long.
I figure that 99% of my brain has, rather suddenly over the past few days, been left with nothing to do. That's a pretty big chunk. I find myself worrying and/or wondering what's going to happen, now that I've got all this extra processing power.
Something bad, that's my guess.
A cornered animal will always fight back. Though it may be terrified, and though it may be doomed, a cornered animal will always go out with a fight.
Snapping teeth and slashing claws. Squeaks turned into roars by desperation.
Sometimes, I feel like I'm being cornered. With nothing left to lose.
I don't like this feeling, and I wish it would go away. It's not appropriate. I have plenty left to lose.
Did I ever mention that I'd like to win the lottery and retire?
Well, I would like to do those things.