This strange day lasted forever, but passed so quickly. Don't try to understand this. I don't understand this too. Probably the fact is that it was emotionally difficult. I'm tired, although I have done little. I mean useful things. There is always enough time for useless. But the desire to do something useful wakes up after midnight, or closer to dawn. How can I change this? I tried so many times to establish a sleep mode, but it's stronger than me. At some point, I just decided to live in my rhythm. And I lived like this for a few weeks. But now I've returned to my parent's home for ... for a while? And it seems to me it's time to change something again.

I didn't say anything important. I didn’t say anything smart. I just said something to say something. I call this rest for thoughts. It happens.