Emptying thoughts, pockets

have been living rather recklessly these days. I find myself handing over my debit card many times a day, and refuse to print receipt when taking out cash. wondering what is the cause of such behavior as of late. have an acute sense of my brokenness today. don't have much of a desire to speak or write, but thought it was important to make use of this outlet. started where I left off in a book by john irving called a prayer for owen meany. normally don't care much for fiction, but since I'm already 50 pages or so in I want to continue. hope to finish it soon. been juggling a number of books lately--can't seem to commit to just one.