Is it that by its indefiniteness it shadows forth the heartless voids and immensities of the universe, and thus stabs us from behind with the thought of annihilation, when beholding the white depths of the milky way?
I've had a right and good day today, feel relaxed and didnt fall asleep during the day, rested and I'm going to listen to classical music, maybe piano and read some of my TBR pile books on the golden age of psycho-analysis and sink some good coffee. Working tommorrow, probably overnight.
Nothing too exciting tonight. Go to the gym, make some rice salad for lunches, probably watch some television and go to bed early - the spouse is working night shift tonight and I have to go into work early tomorrow.
Masquerading as a normal person day after day is exhausting.