In ways it feels like I missed my birthday.
Certainly sleeping fifteen hours on that day doesn't help.
I was running a fever yet again.
I am still occasionally having a fever but thankfully my throat is cleared out and I can more or less breath and talk without excruciating pain.
Instead I'm staring at a white screen and typing in symbols instead of staring at the ceiling.
I'm listening to Pink Floyd's "Dark Side of the Moon" for the third time today.
That album has really grown on me.
Time is passing by.
I feel such a need to withdraw.
And at the same time this need to engage.
Two warring factions within myself.
Back and forth, back and forth.