No word on the tub, guess I'll go eat.

I might change and go to bed.  I can spray my bed later.

I'll wake up later no doubt, maybe practice violin and study German, eat something.

I may go shopping Friday after tomorrow when my glue on bandage comes in the mail.  I may get some food at a church, sometime soon.

I'm feeling a strange existence, rather like I can't end this suffering now and don't know if I will feel like existing much like a young person, in some ways.  Who knows what will become of me?  I mean I just feel like I had a lot of hope that was somehow crushed with my aging.  I'm 35 years old now.