Being sleep deprived is the worst. Everything is awful, cold and there is an overwhelming pull in the direction of the nearest horizontal surface.
Thankfully I’m ahead with studying, so I could have tea, get a hot water bottle, and lay under a blanket to my heart’s content. I chose to be miserable a little longer instead and went out to get flowers. As someone constantly on the verge of diving headfirst into agoraphobia I am trying to go out more often. Bonus: more plants slowly dying on the table.
My head feels like its filled with static.
Appropriate.
I want to do more art, but I am not that good at planning my free time. Then I wanted to try playing with electronics and connecting them to discord. Too many ideas, too little brainspace to actually start doing something.
Time to try planning time slots again. Maybe it will stick for a while.
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