Am I an insomniac?

Seriously lacking ways to express myself recently. I beg your pardon.

oh, life!

Read Take Me There by Susane Colasanti last week. A depressing teen novel which just goes to show that life is miserable.

I'm miserable now. Not miserable as in sad but miserably bored.

driving lesson at 4.30pm later.

The house is just stone quiet. Except for the sounds of knife on the chopping board as mum's preparing the ingredients for dumplings. Noone is talking.

I just have to push myself to catch up with all the anatomy I procrastinated the past 2 weeks. Including the huge chunk of lab manual revision chapters.

We didn't end up going to the Riverfire as planned. Don't feel like talking about it.

Overall, the atmosphere at home is not pleasant. There are 2 extremes: 1) burst and be happy and talk a lot 2) curl up and sleep and pretend there's nothing to worry about

Not that anything is terribly bad. It's just one of those ...days.

Uni 8am-2pm tomorrow. Hope that will liven me up. (Sure...it usually doesn't...just makes me want to go home, and not want to go home at the same time because the train ride sucks)