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estepheiaThe house next door is for sale. *sigh* We wants it. Or the one we live in, which belongs to the same owners. With the amount of rent we pay we could almost afford to buy it... *Double sigh*
And I feel utterly blah. Today my body doesn't fit me, you know. Like it belongs to someone else. I don't want to live in there. I want to go to the movies, or sit on the couch huddled in a blanket and mope. Or read a book. Don't want to write, translate, cook... I think my unusually long spell of feeling great has now definitely come to an end and I'm back to my usual, mildly depressive baseline. *sigh*
And I feel utterly blah. Today my body doesn't fit me, you know. Like it belongs to someone else. I don't want to live in there. I want to go to the movies, or sit on the couch huddled in a blanket and mope. Or read a book. Don't want to write, translate, cook... I think my unusually long spell of feeling great has now definitely come to an end and I'm back to my usual, mildly depressive baseline. *sigh*
