Ambitions of doing something. Anything. No energy. Playing with the cat. Sending an awkward voice recording to an American friend. Listening to music. Thinking, was there all there was to this day? Maybe that’s good. Maybe that’s enough. It’s nice not doing anything sometimes. Resting. Itching eyes. Telling me to go to bed. So does this horrible tablet keyboard. Furiously fighting me, not a wanting to type what I want to tell. I give in. This day is a “lost cause”. But it was nice. I need more of them. More doing nothing.
This version is still the best. I’m sorry Adele. Yours is awesome too but it just can’t compete. Good night ladybugs~