No word on the tub, guess I'll go eat.
I might change and go to bed. I can spray my bed later.
I'll wake up later no doubt, maybe practice violin and study German, eat something.
I may go shopping Friday after tomorrow when my glue on bandage comes in the mail. I may get some food at a church, sometime soon.
I'm feeling a strange existence, rather like I can't end this suffering now and don't know if I will feel like existing much like a young person, in some ways. Who knows what will become of me? I mean I just feel like I had a lot of hope that was somehow crushed with my aging. I'm 35 years old now.