Moody…Melancholy. I suppose I am. I’m never sure until I decide to wake up and suddenly realize that me home looks like a madwoman lives here. Thats how I know I’ve been depressed. It sneaks up on me. I’ve been up all night, again.
. I loathe my not keeping “normal” hours, I’m not sure why it bothers me so much. Especially now that nearly everyone is staying home. I haven’t had a reason to get up very early. But I want to be up when other humans are. And my Kleo is looking at me funny when I come to bed at 8am… Well, its 7 am now… I better get going!