Everything to Nothing

It’s funny to be confronted with exactly how much structure my life doesn’t have. I get used to things like, okay, on the weekends I’ll probably hang out with my friends all night on either Friday or Saturday, or I’ll probably get this or that much done in a week or what have you.

And then, the weekend comes, and I only see my friends for a few hours, and nothing happens for a few days, and I don’t even remember what the old rhythm was so I can get back into it. Sometimes, I wake up with no memory whatsoever of what I was thinking before I fell asleep, and have to spend half a day figuring it all out again.

I slept through all of Sunday. All of it. What do I make of this?