Well, today is a Sunday and therefore there is nothing to do except make food for the entire day and then eat it at the end of the day. It seems rather irrelevant for me to tell you this but at the time of 13:26, the majority of my family is asleep, and I have done all of my chores; I feel like it is.
Sundays are lazy days.
If you could tell from the previous post, I'm working on things! What kind of things? Extraordinary things.
So, here am I being presented. Sitting at the edge of my bed typing away on a laptop practically scorching the chair I've set it upon. The only light available is the ones streaming form the open curtains and the bleary lights on electronics. Music is muffled from the white ear buds that are safely hidden away among strands of vibrant hair. Chapped lips are moving along unfamiliar syllables and eyes blink slowly at the white screen. The words are typed with dull motions without a hint of pausing. Everything is set out before her as she—
Oops, got a bit narrative there. Apologies are required but aren't taken accordingly, unfortunately. I've been in a writing mood for about seven hours and I've been writing for five. The urge is swiftly dying out, but it seems I have a bit more in my soul then intended.
I'm not quite sure why I started this post, and I don't quite remember the blurred out reason. Typically, I tell you about my day and how it's going and if I'm tired or in school or what not. However, it's Spring Break and nothing is happening that I am willing to speak about, so there shouldn't be a post at all. Yet, here it is, existing and I'm sitting here typing it.
I feel like I just had an out-of-body experience.
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