Like...... I vaguely remember wanting to do things? But it's hard to picture!
It's not anhedonia because I am enjoying most of my time sitting quietly doing almost nothing. But DOING THINGS? why. why would I ever want that.
(I have to bake today, for very good reasons, and I generally love baking but. I don't wanna. why would I ever enjoy something with all that Doing of Stuff involved.)




















