244th day sober. Yesterday I packed up a bunch of things, 6 large boxes for FedEx and a few small packages for the post office, and got them on their way. I'm on an earlier schedule lately which is good, but I actually felt pretty "blah".
I didn't feel that hungry but decided to get a burger from 5 Guys on the way back and ate that, then checked for shipping stuff on the way back but didn't see anything, and just rode back here.
There was one crazy zombie staggering around on the road on Old Bayshore/Zanker that, frankly, I might not have noticed if it weren't for the thing's gibbering to itself. I have to be more careful! I sped up and made sure I was out of range of the zombie being perhaps an especially speedy one, then commented over my shoulder some remarks about "da zombie man" just for fun. The thing seemed headed for a side street that always has zombie vehicles there so let them all have fun fighting each other all night. I was outta there.
I got back here and really didn't feel too great. I had some raw cucumbers because a burger doesn't have that much in the way of healthy fiber, and had some coffee and tea, and I had to face it, I felt bad enough that the right thing to do would be to go to bed, so I did.
I read some of this book of Nabokov stories and I guess went to sleep. I remember just a few fireworks around midnight. Then I woke up at 3AM, had some crackers and tea I think, and eventually went back to bed until noon.
I've tried to feel motivated to go somewhere, maybe eat somewhere new but I can't. And if I don't believe I ought to work on New Year's Day, then why should I demand that someone else work, serving me, on this day?
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