I slept, like, most of today. I never got dressed, and all I ate was about one whole loaf of bread with various things in between any given pair of pieces. It's one of those days where getting out of bed was a huge accomplishment, and I'm so ready to go back to sleep right now. I don't know if I should. It's late, there were things I was supposed to get done today that I barely even glanced at.
I have a lot of strange, nebulous anxiety right now, and it's pretty frustrating. I wish I had more I could do about it.