Depressed

Last week I was alone for a few days and what did I do? I played a game called Crimson Desert that I borrowed from the library, or I was hanging out happily with my cats Tabitha and Olivia. Apart from the cats, that game is not for me, too difficult and too much to kill.

One day I also wrote about 10 posts to my Emmerdale blog, which I am having problems with because the episodes airing here are threatening to come close to my spoilers.

A couple of mornings my hip was hurting badly. I would need a new pillow, or preferably more so that I could sacrifice an old one between my legs. But of course, as a poor person, only superdeluxe wool or feather pillows that don't have plastic are good for me.

And so. Of course I also browsed Sellpy, that would be a full-time job because there is such a huge selection. I would probably have already placed an order without Andes. But what do you need those clothes for when half of humanity dies and society collapses? Preppers inherit the earth?

 

 

It started to get a little depressing just because my learning diary wasn't accepted in a university course because it was said to be too short. Before this spring, I had never written a learning diary, and now I had to do two of them. I still have no idea how to write one, although there have been plenty of instructions. It's a really strange concept, and it really doesn't suit me at all. I always want to focus on things in all my schoolwork and not on myself at all.