low point

after stoning on the bed's edge for 4 hours, i trudged out of the house this afternoon in my bedroom slippers, only realising my choice of shoes at the bus stop. it's not as simple as waking up on the wrong side of the bed when I also forgot to wash my face or pluck my eyebrows or have a decent bit of breakfast or do the dishes. I feel hugely ineloquent, shitty that the transcribing for my in-depth article is not done yet, and like a dumbass because writer's block is rapidly clearing out my brain space.

i'll have to sink to the roots and sip some water from the soil. i wish i can be reborn in a new country.