So I've recently been struck by an overwhelming ennui. I'm not gonna lie, it's pretty damn constant. I find I can only do things when forced, and even then reluctantly. This means when I actually feel like doing things I try not to inhibit myself just in case I don't feel like doing anything after that. So out of nowhere this afternoon (co-incidentally also when I got out of bed) I was really interested in making a shirt. I can sew reasonably well and have a surplus of old clothes to Frankenstein (not a verb, but it will be) and had already given up on the eight or nine important things I could have done instead.

So I made a shirt. I don't feel any better for it. But it is a thing I did.

Go me.