I have not written in my journal except a couple of poems here and there for the past year. Above everything else, I fear it is affecting my memory. Despite the hectic life I use to live I was always sharp in remembering everything that happened the day before, the week before and the week before that. I think writing down events is a great memory exercise. Now my days are just blenidng in with each other, or maybe that's because I don't really do anything else different these days. (That's a possibility.)

To top it off, I'm beginning to be really bad at remembering what is supposed to be happenning next. I miss birthdays and events, and I schedule things and - I'm lucky if I remember what day it is.

I'm becomming more frustrated at the fact that I'm sludging through life, and find myself getting more stagnant. What happened? Where did all the energy go? I sleep more now but I'm I've no get-up-and-go left in me.

That's sad. I think my get-up-and-go actually aided in making me feel happy.