I love those moments when I "just realise" something that I've already realised before. It's like a self awareness smack in the face. So here is today's smack.
The most extreme thing I've ever done when my parents left me home alone is completely rearrange my mom's kitchen cupboards and all the closets on the main floor.
I hate sunday nights. They leave me depressed at the thought of another week and that I maybe didn't accomplish as much as I set out. I always feel lonely on sunday night. It's never a good night. It's like loneliness, dread, the feeling of mortality, woefulness, feeling forlorn, detached from the earth.