I've managed to extract my body from the sheets. Not just now in the middle of the day. But since mid-morning, I've just been rambling about the apartment. Washing up. Reading and sending emails. The television blares in the other room, even though I've no patience or intention to watch it. I ate cheerios from a blue bowl sitting on my blue couch. All the regular sized spoons in the dishwasher that isn't yet full enough to run. I'm so boring. I've become lazy and tired all the time. I haven't even yet made the coffee. My brain feels like it's been replaced by steel wool.