It’s sunny outside, but windy and cold. I’m feeling a bit chilled, and I’ve wanted all day to take a bath but have felt that it was a little indulgent to do so before nighttime. And despite the fact that there are a million things to do, I’m feeling restless and bored.
I’ve decided that days when you long for bedtime should be categorized as “bad” — though this one hasn’t been so for any particular reason. I just feel very un-alive.