On days like today, when I'm essentially left alone with my own mind for almost the entire day, things can get pretty heavy.
My ability to write is limited - as is my ability to read - by my exacerbated condition. Concentration becomes a thing of the past, words swim before my eyes in a frustratingly unreachable manner, and my head and eyes ache like nobody's business.
As you can probably tell, my options become extremely limited. Watching tv is generally a good past-time - particularly random television, not things I truly want to watch, as my concentration and enjoyment of them is far reduced.
So, my final resort, actual thinking :P
I often think about my dreams and whether I can really do what I want to. I haven't worked on a story for a few days.
Honestly though, thinking about it at times like this is kind of fruitless. How can I possibly imagine a positive future when I am in a state of being unable to even write this blog post to my satisfaction?
You always have to remember - perhaps tomorrow when I get up, everything will be lighter and brighter and I'll feel more capable. I'm not going to give up on at least TRYING for my dreams.