Wallow-mode

Woke up at around 8pm-ish. That long nap wasn’t much of a fun, knowing that my chest is painfully tightening while being asleep. I watched some primetime shows on tv for a couple of hours, then randomly picked up my car keys, wallet, phone, and went driving to the nearest pizza place. Great. Came there 30 minutes before they actually close. Had to hurry eating up my cheese fries and had to have my small pizza to-go. Just finished eating a couple of slices. The rest? Can wait to be consumed ‘til tomorrow. Now I’m sitting in front of my laptop, clacking up the keyboard keys, typing all these non-sense tell-tale of my 25-minute-runaway saga.

I felt kinda’ bad hours before I actually got to be where I am right now… and still feeling awful up ‘til now. That explains the sudden wallowing. Listening to Lene Marlin’s music isn’t really much of a help, but it makes good company. I’ve been thinking, am I really that horrible? At least that’s what I have been thinking/feeling about myself just today. You ask why so? Pretty much you know why. Or not.