Half-Life

Half-Life - The time required for any specified property to decrease by half. 
Wherein 'Specified Property' would be my passion and energy.

  A few weeks ago I was sick. No big deal, it happens, and it has been going around like it always does in spring and fall time. This flu was a real zinger though... I was not really coherent for much of the week and spent alot of time just being confused and disoriented and frustrated with those feelings.
  I slept it off as best I could, got better, as best I could, and now here I am 2 weeks later... still too tired and feeling... off.  My writing is gimped and I have no energy or excitement to throw down a blog even... sheer force of habit brings me here tonight... it kinda sucks.

  Tonight is just a check in, really. I dont have the itch to write, and my funny switch was turned off sometime this afternoon...in between the screaming toddlers, and the boss giving me an earful.  Heh, got  my haircut and my gawd... silver hair! 
  
   Im pretty sure parenting is no longer in the cards for me... so tired of my usual grind, the though of kids makes me so want a nap, hell, a goldfish would be tricky at this point.  I dont know what this flu did to me but it really drained me.  I cant muster the energy for martial arts, biking, guitar, writing, sex of any sort, or even spending time with my friends for any extended time.
  Something in the back of my brain is troubled by all this, but Im too tired to care.  Im even adjusting my sleep routines to 8+ hours a night, unheard of for me!  Its not helping at all though...

  I had all these great ideas to write about since so much has been going on, I was going to tie in the royal wedding to Osamas assassination, in my usual funny way... but mehhhh. 

  All I can do is keep trying to sleep and catch up on things, and I need to motivate myself enough to get out there and get active again.  Chubby Ryan is NOT happy Ryan.

  Besides, there may be a trip in the near future....must be prepared for such

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