Ah to be dyslexic and have additional time for the upcoming mock exam, only to find out that you didn’t actually read the seventh and last book of Narnia and then go off to daydream about having a career in the performing art in the future, only to realize that there isn’t any more milk in the fridge, only to remember that you hate milk so why is that relevant, and how were any of those points linked? I don’t know, but I don’t do drugs and I just realize that cats don’t bark but a reindeer’s ankle jingles, while Vichy is actually a small town in France and Walt Withman was a really good queer poet.
I’m having a great time being depressed, in other news. It’s like I’m happy but I’m not feeling any emotions, which is vaguely concerning.