That is the vacuum of space that I have allowed myself to be swallowed up in these past few days.
Actually, the entire time that I've been home.
I'm mustered the energy to post something at Nants' behest.
Lately I feel like a sack of flesh. I wouldn't say that my mortality is weighing heavily on me.
(Distracted by what appeared to be a dried up booger on my wall. I also have to pee.)
I suppose my next post will be about ambition.
Conclusion: mood = fleshy.
