Mercury re-enters Libra, my solar 12th and trines my natal 1st

Decisions, decisions, decisions....

Late afternoon...
With anything serious, I hate making decisions. I like when things are so obvious, they make me giggle. With anything in the 12th house, especially Mercury, it's all about introspection and thinking in terms of your legacy — which makes choosing what to do seem soo much more dire, and of course, this makes me crazy, as I've got a perfectionist streak in me and realize it takes a helleva lot of effort to get it all wrapped up in a pretty and perfectly glamorous bow...and to add to that, I am also extremely lazy, and would prefer it all just happen around me and to just have to nod my head in agreement when necessary and then do as little as required...that is why I hate making decisions. It stalls everything, as my brain jumps all over the place and I can get lost in the options, possibilities, etc. If I just don't know, it must not be good — as in too many choices, too many booby traps.

Late evening...
If it doesn't make me feel good, fuck it...

Later evening...
But what if being torn feels good? It's better to feel something than nothing, right?

Next afternoon, 11 hours of sleep later...
Apathy answers all.