days like this

I don't know what to do with myself. There is nothing horrible to be said about anything in my life, yet it is terribly predictable that one or two days a week, I will wake up in the mid-morning and I can tell that I will feel and do nothing that day. I don't want to talk, or draw or think at all the way I normally do, because it drains me. Today was that. I woke up at one o'clock in the afternoon, and my first thought was "I'm going to turn myself off now". My legs then lifted me up, walked me to the shower, the fridge, the library, the grocery store, and then brought me back home. Since then, I have successfully spaced out for three hours, forgetting to call Nichki, neglecting my bladder and my urge to be social. I am trading it in for the easy way out. Most of my time is spent expending so much mental effort in trying to figure everything out, that these time outs are necessary. I wish I was less wasteful with them, though. I feel a little more relieved that I have spent some of this time at least writing about it (however depressing and oversimplified it sounds) instead of completely immersing myself in strictly bad children's shows from the 80's and macaroni and cheese.

I love borrowing cd's from the library! They have such a weird, limited selection that rotates when you aren't looking. But it forces one to pick up albums one would usually not consider. Today I nabbed: Constantines- Tournament of Hearts, The Fall- This Nat-ion's Saving Grace, Bob Dylan- Hard Rain, Deerhoof- The Runners Four and Stephen Malkmus- Face the Truth. All things that I know of or should know or should like to know.

I don't have much more to report, granted I had a pointless, spacey spacey day. I'll leave it at that for now.