Wasted Days

So after Friday's fun-filled exhausting night in which I met a ton of new people and connected with about zero of them - let's hear it for high school reunions! - I haul my ass up north 15 miles to get my car checked out at the same place that worked on it a month ago, then meet my parents to look at the house they're thinking of buying. Needless to say this totally exhausts me and I go home and sleep til 2:30. I'm not used to waking up in the middle of the afternoon; it was weird being at school at 4:30 when everyone had left. I don't think I accomplished too much either. Ah well, it fueled my melancholy and helped justify my moderate self-dislike. Regardless, my ass was zonked at the radio last night.

That's the preface to the important part:

I woke up this morning after a full night's sleep and depressing dreams to a light drizzle and cool breeze outside, some of it coming right in my window onto my face. For some reason I could identify with the rain on my face and didn't feel so alone.

But my apathy returned and I've really not accomplished anything all day. A nap, some schoolwork, but nothing of importance, it feels like. Not even fun. The beautiful gray day wasn't experienced much at all.