I keep finding myself staring aimlessly at my plants or my fish or off into the distance. I catch myself wandering around without any apparent goal in mind. I am struck with fits of ennui. It's hard to get out of bed. I keep finding myself with spare time on my hands which, if you knew me, would shock you.
It's been this way ever since November 5th. I've been eating and sleeping this election for the past three years. It was my one and only hobby which consumed far more of my time than I realized. Now that it's over, I feel somewhat rudderless. I'm not sure what to do with myself.
How awful a feeling.