Neue

Meh.

I'm at a certain point where I have only one viable option: sleep. I've read all of the books in my house that I actually want to read. I've decided to never again play another video game. I don't feel like sitting at the computer for another four hours. I rather feel like going out and killing someone. Not really violent, but sort of disgusted. If there was something for me to scoff at, I would, but I just don't have the energy. So I'll slumber.

. . .

But it doesn't feel right. I feel like there's something incredibly important that I could do right now. Malaise. I need some sleep.