through the everyday routine,
A humid, sticky day, one that doesn’t provoke much movement or creative thought. I feel like I’m being bogged down by all this moisture suspended in the air; it makes me tired. Tired of being at home, tired of missing school and the people there, tired of trying to get people to visit Fluffyland, tired of being creative. And then I remember how much I love home and it’s all very confusing and too much to think about when the atmosphere has turned from air to gelatin.