I have not gotten dressed in six days. I can’t decide what to wear. I do shower though. I shower and get back into my nightgown. In a way it just seems more practical. Then you’re ready for bed. I think I am a little depressed, though what I really fear is that I am getting incredibly boring. Just so boring that I have no outer sign for the world left. No interest whatsoever. I have nothing to say to people anymore. They ask me how I am at the grocery store and I say fine and then the conversation just hangs there. I see the end of the exchange, I see how it’s going to come out, and so, having had it in advance, I just decide not to have it. Like getting dressed. I know I am going to have to get undressed again so why get dressed. I have become mercilessly logical.