I can’t stop sleeping and have zero motivation. I can hardly write either. Two redbulls have had practically no effect. I’m not sure what to do.

To expand, and because I wrote this up and forgot to save it:

I had a mild panic attack that lasted the entire day on Tuesday. Things piled up, a claustrophobic feeling in my apartment. Whatever; it was highly undesirable and I don’t recommend them.

I split a clonazepam, napped a little and woke up and shot some pool with AJ and Aaron. Pool makes me feel better. My dad gave me a book on why that may be. Why it hooks players, that is.

I ran six balls against Aaron Ansell, and won the 8ball game against him one-handed. There needs to be a record of that somewhere. Here looks about right.

The week is slowly improving. It’s hard to fight a feeling of just not wanting to be here.