I’ve been in bed for the majority of time this past week and I’m concerned over how unconcerned about that I am. Just got an apartment and a solid job and it’s like I’m watching myself let it decay in real time. Yet I can’t seem to rouse myself to even routine. Why does this FEEL more correct than what I’ve been doing for the past two months? How did I break so perfectly that there’s seemingly no transition? I went from productive to defective in one comment. That shouldn’t be possible.