I'm in a really bizarre place. I'm too cold for the first time in probably over a year. I don't think about suicide - until I notice that I'm feeling better and then discover that I had not been thinking about the meaningless of life - which of course reminds me and then I start thinking about it. I also didn't make it to meditation this morning because I simply could not extract myself from bed despite the use of 3 different alarms each an hour apart. It's 2:30 PM where I live and I've done hardly anything. I will get up and do something for a few minutes and then I need another nap.


