Sunday: A Personal Reflection on My Day of Nothing.

I had one of those Sundays. A Sunday where I didn't leave my house (well, 20 square meter apartment), a Sunday where I didn't really do anything except breathe.

I downloaded two Doctor Who episodes, which due to my internet capabilities literally took 10 hours. I watched at least six Arrested Development episodes, which luckily included my favorite Arrested Development moment, the picture below:

Hey Brother...

But other than that, my productivity was at an all-time low. I'm not really sure why I do this, but I do it often. I don't enjoy it; I really want to go for a walk, or go grocery shopping. But I can't seem to leave my apartment, or do anything remotely interesting.

Things I Have Googled Today, as provided by my search bar:

Kim De Gelder

Michael Cernal (The first two reference an article I was reading about school shootings. It was creepy and I don't recommend it.)

08 numbers in France

89 numbers in France

Etter Roof Switzerland

Red? (that was an accident, but this list must be complete)

Simon Yates

1996 Everest Diaster

buzzfeed everest

y pronoun in French

y pronoun with reflexive verbs

qui lui a demandé

sga aup

Art Garfunkel Missing?

Colin Baker

Arrested Development llama

This reminds me when I used to sit in my Astoria apartment and literally not get out of beds for days at a time, usually watching Band of Brothers from start to finish in a day. Once I memorized all 194 countries in the world in a day to pass a Sporcle quiz. I was unemployed. I'm alarmingly great at reclining, and even more alarmingly good at trying to forget the real world exists. (I forget that the MTV Show The Real World exists every day, so I mean this in two regards.) Though, the Band of Brothers replays might have just been weird obsession with this man:

Honestly though, it's my ginger-love. Us gingers have to stick together. Eventually there will be none of us, and then who will have creepy eyelashes?! WHO?

I'm hoping that other people do this: this frozen day of my life. This day has neither existed nor not-existed in my life. Yesterday my life was exciting! I rode the velib' for the first time in Paris, which was both my first time city-bike riding, and also my first time enjoying a bike ride since 1999. (If you were wondering what happened in 1999, puberty. Puberty happened. Bike seats are not to be enjoyed by anyone that has surpassed age 13. Anyone that does is my hero, and shall be silently saluted.) Then I walked from the 7eme to the 1eme arrondissement, or from the Eiffel Tower to the Louvre/Les Halles. I had awesome Lebanese food, and smoked hookah for the first time since May 2011. A long day, but a great day!

And then today, my greatest accomplishment was walking 10 steps to the bathroom. I also ate half of Nutella container with just my determination and a spoon.

I guess what this long, rambling post is trying to do is say that days like this are OK. But you know, they really aren't. I do these days when I'm scared of something, but don't know what it is. I didn't wake up scared, but I eventually gave up on the day. I can say I won't let it happen again, but I will. I'll even do it again soon, probably within the month.

I guess funks still last even during post-funkage. It's always harder running up the hill than down it, I suppose.

Though, it's a lot more enjoyable climbing up a mountain than falling down it. So there I go again with my mixed metaphors. An important lady once said to me, "You can insult my family, but don't you dare speak to me in mixed metaphors!"

I really like that lady.

Also, as a post to this post: I probably will never write actually day-to-day updates in this blog, which is mostly my online trash can about bullshit. I'm really bad at informing people about my life because I mostly don't give a shit. Infer all you want, I guess? Or ask. As mentioned I get really bored some days and literally watch the water evaporate around me.