how long? how long?

I can't seem to do jack shit these days. should have called lots of people. should have finished reading at least three books. no, four. should have gotten things in order for the party. should have worked on at least three spare time projects.

I recognize this languid mood. it preceded my little... ah, period of not feeling very well. I suspect I might be on my way to having another burnout.

is it the alcohol? the malnutrition? the late hours? or is it plain laziness and lack of discipline?

secondly, on a different note, here's what the

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not fine

I'm gazing deep into the mirror
sometimes I lose myself in there
entranced, bereft of pain and furor
another man returns my stare

I just did. haven't done it in years now, I think. invoking an instant existential crisis just by looking into a mirror. the only mantra circling inside my head being "who's that?" or "who am I?" I expect this, or similar experiences, to be a common trait of whatchamacalled, the character consistency challenged. or the multiple personality syndrome cases. or your regular old schizos.