Grump Central Archive: Week of 24 January 2021

Saturday, 30 January 2021

I've pulled the trigger: I'm officially automobile-free. In the end, it won't really affect my life all that much. By the way, that's not the sun on a very cloudy day; it's the full moon at night.

Friday, 29 January 2021

I guess this is my new normal: feeling terrible all of the time. It's not how I would choose to live—if you can even call this living—but my body is giving me no choice. In other news, I had to un-archive my David Builds a Home website to add a new bird I'd spotted yesterday: a Hermit Thrush. Most exciting!

Thursday, 28 January 2021

I thought for sure yesterday's post would be my last, but, well, here I am. Still feel worse than something I'd dig out of the cats' litter box, though. In fact, my health is now at a point where I don't trust myself driving, so I've put my car up for sale. Today's image is light from a sunrise reflected onto the model of my property, which hangs on the wall beside my bed.

Wednesday, 27 January 2021

The weeks barrel along so swiftly they're a blur. I'm feeling worse now than I ever have, so awful in fact that I'm at the point I'd really prefer to just drop dead already and get it over with. I know that sounds terrible, but I'm not enjoying life one bit; it's more like torture. Last night I just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep forever. And going to the hospital is out of the question, as it would only make a bad situation worse by adding stress and anxiety on top of pain and misery. Been there, done that, no bueno.

Tuesday, 26 January 2021

Still here. No better.

Monday, 25 January 2021

It's appropriate that, given my condition, sunsets are a recurring visual theme: the sun is setting on me... My days are becoming exceedingly simple: I've stopped modeling, and reading bothers my eyes, so I just watch DVDs, take pictures of my cats, and stare out the window. Being productive is no longer important. What's the point?

Sunday, 24 January 2021

What is the meaning of life? Long have I struggled to answer that question. Now I believe I finally have the answer: there is no answer. I know, deep. Such is how my mind has been churning lately...

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