- Unexplainable, Suffocating Fatigue - There is nothing more aggravating than feeling like a dead lump of wasted skin as you sleep your what could have been productive days away. Instead of working on my novels, constructing artwork and illustrations, or even writing a post for my role playing website, I find myself intimate with my pillow on more occasions than not - and my alarm clock is very jealous of this affair.
- Head-ache Inducing Boredom - I despise boredom. Yet, I can't fix it when I don't have the motivation to get off my rear end to do a single thing. Yes, I still ride and get a work out there every other day, however, while at home I merely stare at the ceiling or walls. I'm starting to become skeptical about whether they will start trying to talk to me. Crazy, I know.
- Unavoidable, Instant Rages - Seeing as I hate artist's block, lack of motivation, and all symptoms relating to said items, I find myself incredibly angry with myself, and tend to make rash decisions I would have rather avoided. But what can I do? Its like a circle. Every symptom falls back on itself in this carousel of uselessness, and its not planning on winding down to a stop. Nope. The gay music of nostalgia just drones one like some dying animal.
How do you deal with these times? Force yourself through it? Wait for it to pass? Please feel free to share.