Day 15 (Day 16, AM): The Internal Battle

Procrastination at its finest. A penny for my thoughts? I’d dish out a few hundred right now in order to extract a reflection. The conversion of thought process into written word seemed so taxing today; I really couldn’t bring myself to it. Is my weakening will a symptom of my current condition? If this is the case I should hope it be very brief. Ideas are vigorously smacking themselves against the membrane of my mind wanting to procreate, yet in vain. They remain outcast and panting in the abyss in which I seem to be residing in.

At 7:30 this evening I forced myself out of the house after several hours of hanging fire with the sole desire of dining at my choice Vietnamese restaurant only to find out, seven kilometers on foot later, they were closed? Feeling sore and strangely defeated I opted for another Vietnamese restaurant a few doors down that ended up making me queasy. Determined to do something productive, I had brought my camera along with me although even this seemed laborious.

Dear tomorrow, please be prolific ok?

Thank you in advance.
Sincerely, C.