bending_sickle | Today we lived a thousand years.*

Today started off with a couple of hours of apathy in which all I've been able to do is the daily rounds of the internet, put a bunch of unopened magazines on the trash pile and did a precursory and intimidating read of my supervisor's comments on my outline. Now it's 1:30 and I'm 4:30 hours behind.

I'm upset. And I mean that will all the British understatementness possible. I don't know why, either. Just, gah. I'd flail, but I can't be bothered.

I worry about the physical move to the new place, about the practicalities, the furniture, the packing - I'm so tired of packing - and about the people, about my honestly not giving a shit about my internship, about my not really wanting the Masters enough to try, about my having no interests whatsoever, no plans or aspirations or hopes and just not really caring about that enough either.

I'm failing to see the point of anything.

ETA: The immediate plan in horrifying detail:

1) Lunch. Meaning, I'm going to have to go to the kitchen. Salad is a go. Oranges, also a go. There's enough rice to feed a satiated hamster, but not enough for a meal, so maybe that won't work. I must have something edible.

2) ...I can't plan that far ahead.

* "Run to the Water", Live