I don’t really have much in terms of plans for the future. And I can longer tell if it’s fatigue, depression, or inescapable laziness that’s stopping me.
There are lots of things I could distract myself with, but nothing above my current level of productivity i could imagine doing.
Best I could think of is moving out of this house and leaving everything in it to rot, and renting some cozy apartment to curl up and die in. Which I don’t even see as negative thing. At least I would die comfortable.