Today is yet another one of those days where I do not want to adult. I also don’t want to write. Nothing feels right. The wall is white. I’m not very bright.
I feel like all I’m currently capable of is hiding under my quilt/desk/stairs and being a blob. A blob of bloob.
Yeah, this pretty much sums it up.
Also, currently my flights for next week are still a go. The pressure is getting to me. Will I be able to go? Or are they going to get cancelled again? Literally nobody knows.