37 of 365. I suppose this puts me at 1/10th the way through the year long experiment. I'm kind of empty tonight, and I'm sure it's not just the depression but tiredness that's got me this way.
I'm sitting here watching Night of the Living Dead, and it occurs to me that I empathize with the zombies. Lately I've been plodding unenthusiastically through my life, driven by some force of habit nestled deep in my brain stem than by any kind of enthusiasm or motivation.
As usual, that sounds far more depressed and fatalistic than I intend. Like I said, I'm tired.
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