In September

My natural state of being is just as usual. That is, my mind is dispersed, jumping from place to place, from idea or dream to whatever occupies me. As always, I'm on the edge of my deadlines and struggling to finish whatever it is that I've started. As usual, I have a million and a half projects ahead of me, yet, none seems to be all too captivating. I have the texts from work which I have to finish, yet, for many reasons, I'm almost uncapable of doing, or wanting to do it. I'm in a state of sloth most of the times, and then I can be up for hours. I follow erratic eating schedules, which I'm told is less than optimal. My natural state of being is just as usual then.