It makes little to no sense right now... everything is going well. I love being on Weight Watchers but all this week my weight has stayed in one place. I'm writing an easy novella but I haven't written a word on it in ages.
I have tools but am accomplishing nothing. My Kindle is full of books and I'm not reading.
I can't blame this on politics because I ultimately believe Trump is about to get ousted. Not to mention I recently discovered that my brother is really thin skinned about 45 so I like to make little digs that just sets him off.
If he has a heart attack any time soon, it will probably be my fault.
I haz the ennui.
I can try to fight through it or I can just ride it out. I honestly don't know what I'm going to do.
Right now I might try taking a nap and then watching One Day At a Time on Netflix. It's a cute remake and I like everyone in it.
Ennui. What a difficult time.