Seratonin

Light stimulus; pounding sensation behind my eyes, and the electronic glare from the monitor sure isn't helping. Two weeks I've been asleep, ventured out once to explore my new surroundings, and found nothing worth documenting. Body hurts now, it hurts to move my arm, and I know that I've fallen head first into a new form of depression, one that is unimpossing, doesn't bother in the least, and is merciful to a battered sense of purpose. I drifted out of unconsciousness for a moment today, and saw beautiful sunlight caressing my window panes, but I wasn't moved much, even with a to-do list a mile long, I felt no urge to get out of bed, or leave the safety and warmth of my new place. Hungry? Not really? Thirsty? Maybe, but I don't care. A pounding behind my eyes lets me know that I've well overslept, a new phenomenon for a lifelong chronic insomniac. But right now everything that I felt like I was running out time achieving feels like it can wait, everything feels like it can wait while I grab a few more hours of escape from real life.