This is a very, very dashed-out-because-I-don’t-want-the-blog-to-molder post. I’m not editing it, so please forgive typos, rambling, etc. (Which, to be fair, are probably in a fair chunk of my edited posts too, but let’s pretend that’s not true for now.)
I wanted to have a post up this morning. I was going to talk about our vacation. There’s lots to tell, and the sucker is half-written. It would’ve taken very little physical effort to finish it up.
Alas, physical effort and mental/emotional effort are entirely different beasts. So my weekend actually consisted of avoiding reality via candy and books.
The books were not heavy literature. I couldn’t handle anything too serious or that required too much concentration. Instead, I chose books that were the literary equivalent of a popcorn movie: fun and escapist and engrossing, if not terribly substantive.
I knew the depression was bad when I was buying books because they weren’t available from the online library.
I rarely reread books, so I almost never buy them. This weekend I bought four. FOUR.
If that fails to impress, you should understand that, up until this weekend, I had bought only two or three Kindle books total. Ever.
This time, I was in the middle of a couple of series and the books weren’t available and I decided it was worth it to continue being distracted.
Besides, I have the fun money (and then some), plus they kept me distracted longer than going to see a movie. Cheaper than a flick too (individually, anyway). And I didn’t have to leave the house.
I think I’m starting to taper off the junk food binge. My stomach can’t handle many more days of subsisting mainly on pretzels and candy.
I plan on getting some ginger snaps from the dollar store the next time I venture out, at least one meal at Smashburger (with it’s atrociously calorie-ridden/deliciously flavor-ridden Butterfinger shake) and who knows what else. But I’d like to try to get back to normal eating habits soon. If for no other reason than my poor digestive tract.
There are some developments, financial and otherwise, and I still have to talk about the vacation. So I hope to be back on track soon. Or at least able to finish typing up (and maybe even polish) a piece about the trip. Because it was a good one, even if it ended on a very sad note.
Anyway, there are a few things that need doing, so I’m trying to suck it up today and start in on the slog. At least one or two small things. I’ll work my way up to real, functional stuff as I go.