I was supposed to go running, to do a lot of cleaning and gardening. I didn't even leave my room except to retrieve food.
Home, bed, pyjamas, a lot of reading, nothing to do. that was a effing good day! I didn't want to have anything to do with the world and had my wish. It was raining anyway. Bloody weather. I swear, it's driving me crazy.
And depressed. Don't forget to mention depressed. So as usual, reading and writing is helping, a lot. A lot. But... things are... slightly different. Actually, I think the universe shifted slightly when I was not looking. Everything is a bit astray, just a slight bit, and...
I'm out of place, somehow. Or out of time. Something.
But not excactly in a good place
