I’m having a blech day today. I’ve done all the good things you’re supposed to do. I’ve socialised, but not with strangers because that’s anxiety inducing. I’ve gone out in the sun. I’ve had great food. I’ve been driving, which I love doing. But I still feel blech.
I suppose those just happen and we all get them. And I’m probably only worrying about it being a sign that medication clearly doesn’t work because I have another appointment with my doctor tomorrow.
Whatever the reason for my blech day, it means I have zero ability to think of something interesting to write about. And if we are being perfectly honest, zero ability to adequately express myself (as can be seen in the above writing).