I just spent an hour updating the layout of this thing, not knowing whether I really had anything of interest to write.
I'm lying here, listening to music, electric blanket on high, lamp on low, thinking about how much I need to buy some gloves. This scene is becoming very familiar, a routine of sorts. I don't have anything to stay up for at the moment, nor anything to wake up for at the moment. It's frustrating in that sort of hopeless, mind-numbing way where you feel trapped but so exhausted you've stopped trying. My parents try harder at my life than I do.
The awareness that it'll change and progress is there but as much of a cliche it is, the murky clouds return and capture my mind for the moment and I feel alone.
