I'm sitting in bed right now and it feels great. Of course I have gotten out of bed but I came back and I love it. I don't get to spend much time in my bed, a place I genuinely love. I currently have dough rising so that I could make "bakes" (a sort of fried version of bread). LDPartner is in the kitchen doing dishes and preparing a salad for breakfast. These are moments I cherish-the simple things, like having someone else in the apt to talk to or even better cook for me.
I've been feeling foul for the last few months- a lazy, going-through-the-motions kind of feeling. I hate it but I can't seem to get out of the funk. I have so much that I need to get done, so much I want to do but I can't seem to get myself to do it. I feel like I'm trapped inside of myself (weird I know) but its like there is the rational me who has all these lists that need to be worked on. Then there is another person who couldn't care less. this couldn't care less person is in charge of controlling my body so nothing gets done. I need help!!! Maybe I should make use of the counnseling and wellness center at my institution. Figure out what kind of "unresolved issues" are holding me prisoner inside myself.
LD Partner is here for one more week and we have done none of the things we planned except eating out alot, and some of what we didn't plan (don't ask). I'm off to make those bakes.
Toodles,
Dee.
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