Journal: Entry for Maria

This must be a bad day. A really bad one. It started with the alarm going off. Having replaced my light summer duvet with a goose-down duvet yesterday, and getting out of bed seemed like the worst possible fate at that moment.

Having resisted the urge to just turned over and sleep another couple of hours, then encountered the next problem: contact lenses. Due to some earlier mishappenings, I had an unequal number of contacts of different strenght. So I thought I could just even out a bit and wear contacts with the same strenght today.

My brain can't handle that it seems, and seem unable to view the world as one consistent entity. What's more, I have a nasty, constant, throbbing headache. And don't even get me started on the boring presentations of group works that is on my time table today. It's horribly boring, I've run out of white yarn, so my knitting work isn't progressing either.

I knew getting out of bed today was a bad idea