pain

Eventually, raw nerves go numb.

I have come to the conclusion, as most people do at some point in their lives, that everything that I enjoy is probably bad for me. Sugar rots my teeth. Staying up all night leads to a sleep-starved brain. Spending my spare time at the computer has already resulted in a pinched nerve in my neck and will probably lead to carpal tunnel. Keep going like this and I'll fall apart by the time I hit 30. This is the course of nature: everything tends towards entropy, and we humans are creatures of order. Decay, dissolution, and chaos are bad.

I am not well. This is due to my inability to behave as though I am ill when my mind is not impaired. Put succinctly: I think too much to rest well.

Perhaps the best advice that I have distilled from this short bout of illness is this: drink tea.