Ennui, as of November 9th
I don’t really have a passion for anything these times. Days pass in a blur, punctuated by brief periods of fleeting happiness occurring only on the weekends.
I write this on a calafia, feeling the cool wind move my hair across my closed eyes. When I open them everything has a bluish tint to it and hair strands untangle themselves from eyelashes. Yet I don’t feel depressed.
It probably has to do with a thoroughly unsatisfying end to a good weekend; or the fact I didn’t get my morning coffee.
Sleep
No matter how many times I try, it is likely I will never be able to go to sleep before 00:00 if I’m running on eight hours of sleep.
On occasion I have been able to… usually after days (and nights) where I haven’t slept, if at all.
The proof is in this writing. Made it at 01:00.
So
This will be my place on the internet while I get something going for myself. Thing is… I’ll do my posting in English as I’m slowly losing my fight against thought processes in Spanish.
Need to put a stop to them.
