This is not a writing day. It's Friday, and I'm feeling an afternoon stupor. Blah.

Something I hate about depression is the numbness. I feel nothing. Possibly that's my body protecting itself because it can't handle full-blown depression; who knows. If I think about it too much, down I sink.

Nothing else to say really. There's not even a song playing on my life soundtrack. That's how boring the moment is. Not even a background song. It's the part of the movie you want to fast-forward through. You know, like all those parts of 2001: A Space Odyssey that you know you skipped, or wished you did. Not unlike the way you fast-forwarded through nearly the entire second installment of The Mummy. Okay, you couldn't because you saw it in the theater; but you wanted to, right?

My only interesting thought today was considering the many different looking and acting people in this world. Billions of people, and we're all different. I can't even fathom it. There must be infinite variations of people. Wow. I want to meet them all. Well, the nice ones anyway.

 

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