Which day is today?

Days recently seem like a trance-each one repeating the one before it, nothing to tell them apart. I don’t feel like talking to anyone. I keep sinking deeper and deeper into apathy, wishing for nothing, waiting for nothing, hoping for nothing. There’s one wish however-to sleep. The systematic lack of sleep might be affecting me much more than I suspect. Maybe all I need to come out of the hole is to get a good sleep. Right now the hole feels cozy.