Doldrum

There is a large pile of unopened mail sitting next to my computer, making a very unstable region on the desk. I should go through it and make sure there's nothing terribly important among it before getting rid of it all. But I'm letting such a silly reason as the absence of a trash can in my room stop me. Where it used to be there is a pair of very old brown boots. This is no longer my room. It's a spare room with a bunch of my stuff in it.

So I let things like that stop me. I think of things to do but don't do them. New projects come to mind, but laziness reigns. Boredom and the boring mind. Using the telephone ranks as one of those things I should do. Hands don't reach for it; I seem locked in a crystalline cage. I know how to step out of it. Just don't quite know how to quit hesitating.

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Looking for an excuse to go down to the University area tomorrow. Maybe I'll just go any way.