I’m feeling restless this morning. I don’t know why, but I do. I feel like I missed some kind of opportunity that was right in front of me. I had odd dreams all night.
I don’t know, I’m only half awake and it’s 7:30 in the morning.
I have my livingroom partially cleaned up. Which is a nice feeling. It’ll be better when the whole thing is finished and I can relax and get back to what I originally want to do. Honestly I need to get back to editing my novel, but I never have the time, sadly. Between work and doing the things I need to in the evenings, by the time that I got all of it done, it’s about time to go to bed.
I didn’t come here to whine, I promise. It’s not like you haven’t heard me say it zillions of times before.