I sometimes think that grass might actually experience a more interesting and fulfilling life than I do. It's not that I think that grass is actually more entertained on a daily basis, but I figure that grass can't have very high expectations. That likely means that grass ends up being happier.

In my case, I've fallen into quite an impressive rut lately. I don't end up doing anything and sleep most of the day away. Yesterday, I managed to wake up only after around 14 hours of unconsciousness and still felt sort of tired. A couple hours later, I actually dozed off again for another 2-3 hour catnap. It's not like my hours of consciousness have been productive, even grading on a scale. I haven't done anything worthwhile and it's gone beyond not leaving the house. I haven't even left my room for more than 5-10 minutes for a bathroom break or to see what there might be to eat. Well, okay, the trip to the shower might be a bit longer than 10 minutes, but we're still talking about quite a bit less than a hour a day. At this point, I'm thinking I should just stay in bed and see how long it actually takes for bed sores to form. God knows I'm in a unique position of actually being able to test that without being in a coma.