I’ve not done much shopping, as as I write this, I’m on a train headed back to Alexandrai.
It’s so strange how I can now talk myself out of just about anything that I might have wanted for a moment.
Even momentary urgest to maintain are fleeting.
I could fire everyone right now.
What does that say about me?
Yes, I’m going to do that some, at least.
I need to find a new dentist, PCP, and dermatologist. I’d be working on that right now, if I wasn’t on the quiet car.
I would say that I’m very dissatisfied with many things in my life, but that’s not true. I’m just so ambivalent towards pretty much everything that I don’t do anything.
I guess the question ought to be whether dissatisfaction might be preferable.
I just don’t know. And I’m not interested enough to find out.
Tomorrow is the final day of this.
I’m not sure what I should think or feel. Ten straight Novembers.
I think I should feel some sort of accomplishment to say that.
But I don’t.