I did some more editing and research today. Found two potentially promising books. Started assembling the bibliography.
Finally got a frame for the Chinese calligraphy I have. It will look nice on the wall once I find a spot for it.
My father was cleaning out some stuff at my mother's request. We found an old iPod among the masses of cables and I took it into my care out of utter fascination. The battery holds an okay charge, but the hard drive is fucking dead because I can hear it click when I try to restore it.
Looking it up, it wouldn't be all that hard to just fix it myself. Just need to pop it open, pull out the drive and then insert an media-card interface thingy and then an SD card ultimately. Seems like a fun little summer project. I wonder if my father would find it cool that I fixed it on my own.
I stayed home and did work here because I washed my hair and I didn't want to risk catching a cold in the wind if I fail to dry like a random spot or curl.
Though I do realise that this is a cope on my part mostly. The reality is that there were no groceries at home and I didn't want to eat out, so I just made do with some coffee and two slices of bread.
My sleep was very troubled for the past two or so days. It's not even that I had odd dreams. I sort of enjoy having odd dreams because whenever I happen to remember one it always gets me in an interpretative mood. Why way my brain fascinated with this?
No, this is just rolling around and feeling like I'm in an oven on a ship.
Maybe it's the winds.
Got a letter about Erasmus scholarships. Gonna read it tomorrow. I'm still determined to spend some time abroad for my own sake.
I'm honestly feeling motivated. It's about me. I need to do something small every day instead of waiting for a manic phase to save me.
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