Í'm afraid that the halt I've screeched to has been a little bit to abrupt, and I now find myself at the opposite end of hypo mania, namely in the doldrums. I've laid around on the sofa a lot today, doing not much more than drowsing and smoking cigarettes and eating on occasion when I thought of it. I'll be so happy when I get to go to the store tomorrow, not because I look forward to grocery shopping itself, but because I can buy some food that I'm awfully fond of and that my body seems to crave right now. I need carbohydrates like a plant needs water and I'm planning to stock up on them. I had some soup, but it was very unsatisfactory and did not do the trick at all.
I'm as wrung out as a dishcloth and I have no extra energy, but hanging around on the sofa gets old after a while, so I took Jesker for a walk. I should say, he took me for a walk, I just sort of followed him, because he knows where to go.
I'm even daring to drink a cup of regular coffee to get me more activated, but all I want to do is lie down on the floor and never get up again. I can't seem to find a happy medium. I'm now drinking a tall glass of juice. I'm doing whatever I can to get energy in my body. I've heard that sugar is good for the brain.
I have to prepare the trash in a little while and get that ready to put out in the street. Always one of my favorite jobs. The other alternative is to wait a week with it, which is a possibility because the bag is not full yet. No, that's the easy way out. I'll fill that bag.
I think I will go to sleep early tonight. Hopefully nobody will get it in their head to call me tonight, because that would be awful. I've got a busy day ahead of me tomorrow and I hope that I can manage everything. Well, I just have to. I wish I had a wife,
Well, this was just a sign of life to let you know how I am doing now. As you can see, I've overcompensated.