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Had dreams last night, but don't recall what they were about. They fell back into dream space.

Awoke with my usual morning surge of energy. After a walk, fell back into my nap/rest patterns interlaced with dishes of food. Another day in limbo.

It's as if I'm in this Groundhog's Day movie, repeating things over and over. Each day is similar to the previous/next days--repeated and repeated. I'm now into my sixth month here in the apartment. Six months have nearly passed since I arrived and fell into the abyss.

It seems like I'm budding a bit of new energy, but it's difficult to tell. I'm repeating days and nights with no breaks, no variations, no surcease (whatever that may be).

Almost time for my final food installment for the day (other than a bowl of ice cream a bit later tonight. I'm ready for a shift, a change, a breakthrough--may it be so! I am wearing grooves in my psyche, ruts in my spirit!