04 Aralık 2019, Salı saat: 03:18 "I am agitated and restless and tired all at once." Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written c. January 1925 I could not concentrate today. I could not enjoy much of today at all and really only because I could not concentrate. Honestly. I’m tired. I’m tired of everything. Or of most things. I am tired of walking. I am exhausted by the energy of my vocalizations. I love many people. And I dislike a great deal of people. I’m tired. I’m tired. I’m tired. Most of everything I feel vexed by is because I am tired and I am tired by most everything. I think a lot. I think a lot. I think a lot. And then I must do something with all that thinking. Make it come out. See the conclusions through. And where do I find myself in all of this? Where do I get to put me? Usually nowhere. Life piles on. More to do. More to do. So I put myself to bed. Tomorrow comes soon. larissa