There's so much on my mind that it has sort of just slowly turned itself inside out and I am now using the blank, bland, wormy outside of my brain. This is why I zone out so much these days. If my brain specifically had a voice (which would be creepy), it would now be completely monotone. There's so much to think of that I want it to just shut down for a bit and commence regular functioning maybe some time later when things have somewhat resolved themselves without my efforts or participation. But I know things don't work that way, so I wont pretend they do.

I've been toying with the thought of how nice it would be to just sleep life away, though. If only that sleep would be dreamless.