Morning and I find myself in a most annoyed state for no reason whatsoever except that I don't want to be here anymore.
The fan is a major source of mood swings because all night I slept under a super fast noise making machine which is the only option other than dead wind which is its second setting, because who needs grey areas and my ears can only hear that constant whirring now because probably tinnitus.
Air conditioning is out of question because it's not warm enough for that and so it's enduring a few more days in this weird shoddily put together menagerie of a household which after almost a decade I still cannot seem to love.
Could be some major road block from my end too, maybe I'm not being as receptive or maybe I just don't want to look around or beyond these small issues and so I have ensconced myself in my bedroom for the few moments to myself having tea and listening to Amjad Ali Khan's sarod, hoping to Botox my mood because once the day is in full swing I have a king list of chores to attend which honestly I don't much mind as king as they're not given to me when I'm fresh out of the shower.
Right then, to the daily pyre of monotony.
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