Brick Wall

Mind’s still not really functioning except to say, I don’t want to do this, I don’t want to do any of this. It’s kind of like beating my head against that brick wall that George Sanders visualizes in order to keep the Village of the Damned zombie kids from reading his mind.

I think I am just plain exhausted and at the absolute end of my tether.

Did go for a bike ride yesterday since the temp was in the 60s. Only made it five miles. I am woefully out of shape. Also B drove up in the Girlfriendmobile and we explored the beavers’ great inland empire for a couple of hours, which was fun except of course I felt absolutely no sense of connection to him.

Only connect, said EM Forster. To what? To whom?