It's amazing how hard it is to care in the morning. I managed to wake up at 7:30, after waking up to three alarms, plus a couple snoozes. I was awake, looked around the room for a while--completely awake, mind you--and just couldn't care enough to stand up. So I laid there until I was asleep, and then I was late for class and almost late for my make-up test session.
My tremor has gotten worse. I can't do anything that involves midair techniques, like threading a needle or other things I can't think of right now. I'm trying to eat better, and I'm generally succeeding.
It's so good that my life is easy right now. Otherwise I would be so far behind I'd never get out of bed again.
What makes life worth living? Is all of this junk just because of my attitude toward life?
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