I don't really want to get dressed or out of bed, but I think I will anyway.

Re-mess up my room by tearing apart the closet to find something to wear.

Shower, take the dog for a walk.

Maybe go outside and waste time taking photographs of nothing.

I don't know, really.

Read postsecrets today.

They were boring.

It felt like the same old thing.

There's noise outside.

I forgot it was sunday and that

everyone in the neighbourhood is home.

I keep hearing the annoying squeal of remote control cars.

I want to smash each and every one.

Mom came in, asking me this and that and then later, what was the matter.

I told her quite pointedly, I'm tired.

I mean, I went to bed at fucking 10PM, expecting to get a good

sleep after a stressfull and boring day of work.

And I didn't get that at all, and it's not fair.

I want to be sleeping even now, and just waste this day away.

And tomorrow.

And the next.

Dreaming is better.