Diary Entry #103

Weary day.
I feel frustrated.
I washed myself, and combed out my hair.
I drew a little.
I was given a book to read.
A friend is unwell.

Movie night next week.
I am making a cake.
Dinner with a prospective room-mate Wednesday.

The 'now' feels stagnant and sick.
The future feels cautiously optimistic.

You know how it is.