Coming Back Down

Just back from Japan and I’m stuck in that weird depression where everything looks like it’s missing something. Spend a lot of time on the couch eating delivery food and doing math on when I can leave again. It’s stupid and I know it.

At least the schedule’s packed enough to keep me moving. Munich tomorrow for an Adidas thing, then family in Ostallgäu, Berlin Festival, Rotterdam in September (partly because an arts festival invited me, mostly because someone said they have good cake there and I believed them). Movement helps.

Put on ninety-nine kilos since June. The usual cycle: swear to myself it’s only unsweetened tea and fish and salad from now on, make it to lunch, then eat something terrible and feel worse about the lie than the actual food. Classic move.

What’s kept me from completely atrophying is Guild Wars 2. Started playing with some other bloggers and made a guild called Die Gammelgilde. Character’s Yokomon. Stupid and pointless and exactly what I need, which I could turn into a whole thing about meaning or escape but I’m not going to. It just works.

Plane leaves tomorrow and I’m already nervous about packing. I’ll write about something next week, or maybe I won’t. That seems to be the pattern.