It's 7:00 PM and a day that never really began yet feels as if it's already over. All I did today was wake up, too lazy to make breakfast so we went out to eat, then, set for 2 hours in a cafe drawing while Ned was at the gym. Then took the train to the upper east side, stayed there for half an hour or so, then came back.
Now, sitting in a restaurant again, feeling totally spent and half way falling asleep.
Today feels like just dealing with my feelings, with Ned's feelings, with crappy crowded trains and freezing piles of snow, with this strange pre holiday atmosphere which seem to be catching even though I don't celebrate the holiday at all.