do you ever have one of those days that just feels failed from the start? overslept, got up, couldn't make yrself do anything? i have a downstairs neighbor who is trying to get me evicted, so i cannot make noise after 10 or 11 at night. it's hard to clean when by the time you have woken up fully, had breakfast etc., you know you only have a couple hours before you have to be shhhh shhhh shhhhhing about yer own fucking home. so frustrating! plus it is so hard to do things when 5 pm looks/feels like 11 pm. arrr. oh well. reading in bed is what i truly love, but i complain when confined to it. strange creature, me.
