It’s only 1 PM, and I’m already exhausted and want to go to bed. The sky is bright and textureless, somewhere between printer paper and polished lead in color, yet the world below is dark. It’s one of those days where the cold raindrops pierce your clothing like machine gun fire. It’s not quite foggy, but you’d easily be forgiven for thinking otherwise.
My mind’s foggy, too. I can’t focus, I can’t think. I was cold-called in Property and made an ass of myself by screwing up a bunch of softball questions. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, why I can’t just lock in already like I know I ought to, like I know I have to. It’s not optional. I was gonna go to the Clinic info session, but I thought maybe if I ate something, I’d be able to think clearly. Unfortunately, this has not panned out like I hoped. It’s been taking Herculean mental effort to do… well, anything recently, and I. Don’t. Know. Why. Why can’t I multitask? Why do I keep spacing out? Why am I so tired? I’m tired. And I’m tired of being tired. I’m tired of being like this. I know something’s wrong, but I don’t know what, why, or how to fix it. Yesterday I had splitting headaches, honestly, I’ve been getting those a lot recently. I’m not lazy, I’m not crazy. I’m not.
I have Crim at the usual time today, and I can’t miss it, but I doubt I’ll be any less Whatever-This-Is in two hours. No D&D, I think. The DM is busy. I feel like that Boy Scout who had an arrow shot through the side of his head and lived. I wonder if he’s still alive.
Sierpinski Tetrahedron 