Waiting for the Bubble to Pop
E+2: I’ve been back from Michigan for nearly a day now.
But I can’t sleep. I can’t fall asleep at all.
I don’t know what I’m feeling, because I think I’m feeling nothing. My mind isn’t reeling a mile a minute as it normally does when I have insomnia, either.
I think my mind has shut down everything except the essentials. I’m still drinking water and doing laundry and mindlessly scrolling through posts on the internet, but I can’t bring myself to cook or go outside our read my textbooks or share any articles about the polling data or even post my own reflections on the campaign because I… don’t feel like doing any of that.
[The Coast of Misery] 