Oh boy.

It’s cold here, and I’m slightly miffed that the post disappeared.

To cut the long story short, I am a little out of sorts today. Just finished a book, and the sombre mood caught me I guess. How the thoughts articulated startlingly clear yet elusive. Hm. Don’t you think it’s hard work painting down your thoughts?

This journal has become a place for random, on-the-spot musings. I don’t think it’s bad. It’s just that the train of thought never really show itself here. And that’s okay. I don’t think I’m completely ready to be totally honest here.

I’m cold, and it’s getting harder to breathe. Maybe I will go home soon.

Today:

I am down with flu, and a serious need for sleep. Just checked the module grade summary for tomorrow’s lesson, but I guess I shouldn’t skip.

Sighs seem to take up alot of my breath. I sigh, sigh, and sigh again. As if I sighed long enough, it’d be actualized and people will understand.

That’s silly of me. Will hasten to clear the air, before a sigh darkens it again.

I need vitamin C.