That kind of day

Oh, it's that kind of day... when it's as if I get anxiety over breathing. I woke up with anxiety, and it just won't go away. Woke up several times feeling like shit, so I went back to sleep, hoping it would pass, but it was still there next time I woke up. At late afternoon I finally got up, more tired than ever. I stumbled through my bedroom all the way to the computer, covering my light sensitive eyes with my hands. I had to hold on to the walls to not trip over my own feet. Only one word was on my lips: coffee.

And then I got company. One of the crew came over and asked if she could stay here a little while, and I said "if you have to" and went on with making my breakfast, more or less ignoring the other person standing in my hallway. Oh well, she seemed alright, I suppose.

I knew she came to check on me, so I did my best to not do anything different than normally. Except that I ate my breakfast in the kitchen instead of sitting down by the computer and blasting loud music in my head phones. I figured that could be considered a bit rude.

My patience is wearing thin. There's something wrong with the dryer in the laundry room, and after two hours of trying to get my clothes dry, I gave up. I can't put them up anywhere in my apartment. I have too much stuff and there just isn't any room. Fuck this shit, was my final statement and let the damn clothes lie there in their bags. To dry or to mould, I just don't care. Not today.

At least I got my sewing threads, finally. Had to wait the whole weekend cause of the lack of opening hours. Sure Ica might have had white, but I highly doubt they have light grey, light blue and dark green as well. I need more WoW and to embroider more. I get so bored with writing now, even when I have something to say. You know the best thing about writing? You get to say everything you want without anyone interrupting you.