It's so hard to feel better when everyone else is right down there with you. But if misery loves company, why is everyone still so lonely?
My life is occupied by Law & Order, John Coltrane anthologies, sifting through entirely too much Bit Torrent crap, board games with Gwen and Julie, reading, writing, drawing, and just plain moping.
I don't feel productive, and I don't feel like being productive.
I guess this is what being really old is like minus the hip replacements and extensive heart problems?
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