There is something like the paralysis of being through too much thought. When everything comes to a stop because an idea is running itself over and over where a thought is being worn out slowly through iterations.

I'm like that now. I know my plant needs watering. I know I should go to bed. I know if I stay up I should instead read my case. But, I'm just lying here on my couch, thinking. Thinking, thinking, thinking. There are some second order thoughts: Thinking about how to stop myself from thinking these things, thinking about how I am failing, thinking if I blogged about it perhaps I would stop thinking, thinking that the second order thinking perhaps bolsters the original thinking, thinking that perhaps it will make me more aware of this loop I'm stuck in and that I'll get some spine and kick myself out of it. Spine. I do have that. I have that especially when I know the alternatives are shame, pity or waste.

Getting up to water my plant before I sleep. Goodnight mine Blog.