I had another super quiet day. I took a nap from 1 o'clock PM till 4 o'clock PM. I think I have been fighting off a cold. I feel slightly sick to my stomach and find myself feeling extremely tired these days.
Today I have been mainly reading "Quicksands: A Memoir" by Sybille Bedford.
The week ahead for me looks barren of any meaningful activity, which is cool with me. I am content going nowhere or doing anything. I am waiting it out in my cell. I have eternity stretching before me in all its divine beauty.
Well I suppose I will close to wait to go to bed. There is nothing on TV worth watching these days. I will read my books and go to bed early. Existence keeps decaying.
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