Slow days, filled with silent sighs. Being away, travelling so much was hard, but lately it's been even harder. I miss doing and have never been so good at being still. The things I could do I don't want to and not having deadlines and urgency brings out the procrastinator and lazy lump in me.

Trying to work through it with physical exhaustion, the way I did when I was younger. Mostly I'd say it's working, but I'm not a teenager anymore. Maybe I just think it's not working so well because I have a kind memory.

Anyways, yeah. *silent sight*.