You know those days that you just drift through?

When no intelligible thought occurs to you at all, and your mind is totally blank even when addressed directly by someone? You stare at them, and all that your response amounts to is a feeble diffidence - the blankness of your mind still persists vehemently.

This person talking to you thinks you’re strange - the answer you gave them obviously isn’t enough, or perhaps it didn’t make sense. They let their confusion show plainly across their face. Maybe they’re even judging you.

But you don’t care. You’re absent minded, but totally indifferent. You stare back at them. In the eyes. Maybe you hold the stare for a long time - you haven’t realised that they’re discomforted by your lacunar nature.  

I had a thought the other day. Fuck those days. I’m going to get some fucking sleep before going out from now on.