My sleep last night was just a blurr of moments where I was half woken up,
only to slip completely back into that deep sleep where nothing else exists,
except for finding the most comfortable position and making sure you're completely covered by the blankets.
It was good.

Oooh, dear and the headlights.
Just so perfectly perfect.

I know the kind of day today will be, already.
'Already? It's 4, she oughta know by know, I mean
it's late afternoon!'

Yes, but I got up at 12. =/

Will be cleaning my room today.
Take the dog for a walk.
Do some other things.
My very core is restless today.
I had a determinated, tentatively set
plan that I hadn't exactly thought of,
but still knew about.
And it's ruined, because my mother was being annoying.
And my mood is shot to bits.
I don't feel like doing anything at all now,
and I hate that.
There is something very wrong in that,
or at least, something not at all right.

For dinner we're having chicken, salad and some sort of french bread or
buns of something.
I don't want to eat that.
Salad is about the only thing on there appealing.

I feel brooding and moody and quiet.
I wish the me of two seconds ago was back.
She was more fun.

I don't understand how my mother can't see
this drastic change and come to realize something
about it. I really don't.