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todays theme: write this entry and post it the moment I get off the bus, regardless of state or completion.
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Todays been a weird day. I expected to wake up at 5am and drive into the city with my partner.
Instead I woke up at 3am to find my housemate going thru my things with a phone torch, looking for a facemask.
"[___] can't breathe. They're going to the hospital and I'm gonna accompany them."
it was 4:15am when I went back to sleep, once I knew everyone was safely home (or, y'know. safely in hospital I guess.)
So we didnt wake up at 5am. We woke up at 11, and I was late to class. But that's okay.
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I'm on the bus home after class right now. I feel... transitory? Like there's some Quest I'm meant to be embarking on when I get home, a Task to do or a Situation to resume.
But there's not. For all intents and purposes, today is a normal day. Barring a few oddities.
I think I've just spent a long string of days recently entirely divorced from routine, always with Something To Do next. It feels odd, almost uncomfortable finding myself able to return to that routine now, if I want to.
I don't really know which I prefer; Routine, or Spontenuity.
I know I need both. But what we need is so frequently boring.
There's the bus stop.
Huh.