Even with earplugs, I have to get past loud snoring and even louder boisterous talk and swearing from outside our open windows to sleep at night.
I slept soundly last night, though, and didn't wake until 8:30, automatically missing breakfast again. I feel incredibly gloomy today, stressed and unfocused and struggling to remember the things I decided I wanted to do with limited assets or limited time.
Brother love is not coming to see me today, because he is sick. I am lonely, and tired. I need a good cry, but there is no quiet, private place to go. I have no more to say right now.
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