I
am
so
frustrated.

There is nothing to do. I can't enjoy anything. I have slept so much these last few days.
At the moment I'm having trouble even starting things. I think and plan, but don't do. Not even such a small thing as closing the door to stop the room from being completely run over with mosquitoes - that took five hours.

And there is nothing to do about it.

I'm going to bed again - unconsciousness is better.