I missed my bus because I was reading the new lit text.
Finished the last pages.
On the way home, I typed into my phone.
I deleted it all.
A phone makes a nice diary.
I thought of countless things that I could blog about when I reached home but at this current moment, nothing seems to be left after passing through the mind's filter.
Haha.
I am home now and the sheer delight of relaxation does not interest me.
My gold ribbon hairband broke when I was rummaging through my bag on Saturday.
Haha, shall ttyl.