To be relegated a backseat in your own life, to watch your life happening around you regardless of whether you like it or not, is pretty pathetic. At this point though, I'm not sure I care enough to get up and grab the reins again. Too much work and with too little variation in the established routine.

On a completely irrelevant and unrelated note, I have seen two white rabbits in one of the mini-gardens downstairs that appear at around ten in the evening and disappear at around midnight. I dont know who they belong to or where they came from but I'm damn well going to catch them one of these days. If you happen to see a crazy woman chasing rabbits at eleven pm some night, please don't be alarmed.

How can one be listless and stir crazy while wandering around all around Clifton?