CXII

[herbstchen]

I spent the whole day in bed, whining about my 37°C "temperature" and damning the world for just being as it is. I bothered several people whining on the phone and I only managed to read one chapter for university in three hours - two to go. I've written neither words for NaNo nor words in my diary for my mental health. By tomorrow night, I will be 4000 words behind.

Life sucks today. Let's wait for tomorrow.