bland.

current zest seems to have escaped my fingers.  I don't feel either which way.  neither awake or asleep gets me anywhere and the dreams that show themselves seem to be angered.  packing, leaving and cancelling are the common themes.  tossing around for hours and never revealing any rest.  I feel nothing.  nothing is what I plan to do and it seems in this mood I'd rather just be left alone.  it is a drag and chain smoking isn't an option.  unfortunately the end of the summer has left me low and buried under wet sand.  how heavy.