Week 11, Entry 4

[goatgodschild]

Between how many days my dad has been off, my lack of mobility, and the yearly town festival, it's a wonder I've been aware of any time passing this week beyond cycles of sleep and hunger, light rising and falling. I say "it's a wonder", because I haven't had a particularly good grasp of it. I keep missing a lot of the entries I've planned to do...but at the same time, I don't know what to write. I'm not miserable, I am not joyous, I am simply waiting.

I have not given into my anger for three days now. I can only hope it lasts longer, that I keep quitting every time it offers itself.