I feel weirdly happy and I dunno why.
Kind of like one of those weird manic moments where I have too much energy and get super excited about how great everything is, but in this case without any actual, concrete
reasons to be happy so the surge just sort of fizzles into this vague, directionless glee, bathing the grim surroundings of my psyche in weak-but-cheerful yellow light.
Or maybe it's just how good this book is? Who knows. I doubt I'll be doing much but reading today. Hopefully I can persuade myself to go make some food in the near future, though. I'm pretty much out of low-effort ingredients, unless you count the noodles that I usually cook up along with beans, greens and tofu to make an actual, decently nutritious meal. I suppose I could snack on a packet of those and then cook something more substantial later on when I get tired of reading or (more likely) finish my book...
It occurs to me that I am rambling. I really ought to start keeping my diary again, rather than inflicting this sort of meaningless babble on the WTF thread. ^~^;
You know, I just recalled a dream from last night where I was in my car, and the brakes barely worked, so I was constantly at risk of crashing.
Then that seemed to trigger memories of other dreams with similar situations. Apparently I have a subconscious fear of my brakes failing and me crashing the car... or something.
I had a dream last night where one character (who I think I played the role of, at least in some parts) failed miserably in a boxing ring.
Twice. The rest of the dream seemed fairly cheerful from the vague impression I remember, and I don't think my performance in the fights really mattered at all, but still, it was kind of distressing.