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Quaran-teeming with Angst

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Do you know how tired I am of this? Man, I never realized how much I did, not until there was nothing to do. I'm furious! I stay in one room all day and stare at two different screens and neither of them make me feel nice! What misery. Its been a month? Who cares! I base my days on sleep, so I've only had around 4 days in the last week. I don't even know it was a week, in all honesty. Days full of nothing accomplished and nothing learned. Time is fake and it vexes me more than any reality. My education is a shell of what it was, and my motivation is a poorly veneered farce. My home is far more crowded than it ought to be this time of year, and much too noisy. I worry over my very future. What if the productivity lost in this overture of illness translates to my loss of federal grant in college? That is only a vague nagging, however, I tire even of worrying. Who would think that with so much time to myself, so much time to rest and nothing to demand my physical exertion, that I would be beset by such egregious exhaustion. My body aches. What even goes on in that world I called home? Not a clue, not from me. What point is there in knowing? I no longer reside there. My days are only a keyboard, two trips to the kitchen, and a shower, if I remember. I haven't changed clothes in a week, not a joke at all. Maybe I don't remember how to? Surely, I must. In short: I am squalid and disenchanted with my lot, and with the lot of all others. Were I to be given one wish, it would not be for things to be as they were, I would wish only that I could sleep until things are sorted in their own time. I do need the rest, after all.

Oh, on second thought! The flowers outside my home are blooming, and they are quite gorgeous. Maybe it isn't all so bad.