My schedule, such as it is, has blurred together. It's now as meaningless as it is fluid. Night and day are just words, abstractions, faint memories, and nothing more.
The dark of night and the light of day have formed gray, as they always do. Gray is okay. I'm used to gray. It's the brightness of the light and the mysteries of the dark that bother me. Frighten me.
Am I tired right now because I'm actually tired, or merely because I feel that I should be tired?
I could ask myself the same question regarding every feeling that I've had lately.