... with life. I'm not sure if it's the inevitable coming down from my wild adventure or knowing it was the last one. Maybe it's just the incredible boredom of having to rest and the admission to myself that there is no other option right now.

Barely being able to type or put clothes on isn't helping, and these legs are gaining 40lbs. a day. In some respects it is as if I've done everything I set out to do and maybe I'm just finished with everything.

It's not "holiday blues", I can't wait till it's over. Weather could be part of it, or that I feel like I need a nap right now but I'd rather go get a back massage but I'm too lazy to get into the shower, AND wash, AND shave, AND get out, AND dry off, AND get dressed AND put shoes on. Now I'm tired just thinking about it.

Maybe it's raging hormones.

Or, maybe, just maybe, I really am sick of this life.