Another rough night / back to bed scenario; the Grand Funk continues, which is not only brutal in the personal sense, but is making this super uninteresting. It’s a bit hard to articulate what “crushing apathy” feels like, and frankly I’m not quite sure what reservoir I’m drawing on to keep this up rather than “habit,” but I’m just not feeling it.

I’m persisting, though! This might be just the right kind of self-therapy to keep processing this stuff every morning and work through it.