Nothing but skip perfectly good work days without even expressing a proper warning to Mr. Prospector. I was in such a lethargic mood that I began to forget how long it’s been since I tossed myself into my slothful solitary confinement. I think I remembered going to the bathroom a few times, and maybe I had slept on my right side instead of my left one once, but the rest was a blur. Every detail blended together into an insipid porridge of emptiness, and my life had effectively been put on hold.