Ehh

I was sick the past three days, I feel better but I have no motivation. There's always work to be done on the book but I have no interest in writing. The house is a mess but I just look at it with a jaded eye and do nothing. Life holds no interest for me, even the thought of eating sounds like a huge hassle. I feel like I'm half asleep and unable to make contact with the real world. I know the doldrums will pass but part of me doesn't care if I do another thing.