I am sad. Not a deep, angst ridden misery, but a drifty sadness that feels like a fog filling up my head, making it hard for me to think or care about anything.

Which is particularly bad timing because I desperatly need to plan and figure out the mess I am in.  But instead I am just floating on the waters, not particularly caring that I am headed for a thousand foot drop.

This can’t be good.

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