And to think that just the other day, I was talking about the undead.
Metaphorically, I mean.
Anyway, I was a total zombie today.
I don’t normally suffer from insomnia, but when I do, it’s bad (and all the worse precisely because I don’t normally suffer from insomnia). What I’m trying to say in disjointed zombie fashion is: I’m not used to functioning without decent amounts of sleep.
So today, I mostly just…malfunctioned: zoned out in practice; zoned out in meetings; zoned out in conversations; zoned out in class.
(Zoning out now in the middle of this blog post.)
Not that zoning out is all that foreign. I zone out all the time (big time), but I zone out with intensity (at the very least, with intention). But these vacuous and vapid abandonments of the present—these insipid abductions out of time—these are new.
(And a disquieting harbinger of things that will, in the likelihood of decades, come.)
They say that things always look better in the morning.
I’m sure they will.
With enough sleep.