Lately, say the past few weeks, if I don't stay constantly busy, and a lot of the time I'm too tired to do that, despair of the extremest sort closes in and lingers until I either fall asleep or again start doing something that engages my attention. Have a show to play tonight, maybe that'll get me through till bedtime, though I'm thinking I might prefer just wallowing in a dark room, plenty of time for that later, I suppose.

Somehow just made a tasty and nutritious soup, automatism gets a bad rap.