Haphazard

Today I mostly lounged around the house. I was home alone with my two brothers (which is as close to being alone as actually being alone). They spent most of the day watching TV or Minecraft videos. Side note- I really don't get Minecraft, it just *whooooosh* goes over my head. 

I spent the day with Netflix, doodling, getting a bit (a tiny bit) of some work done. I cooked dinner and did a bit of cleaning. I caught up on my YouTube subscriptions. And now somehow it's 22:54 and I'm writing this crappy post. Not much to say today. 

Here are some of my thoughts from yesterday that I recorded on my notepad on my phone.

3:42am

How do I have a degree? I never even got to the end of Crime and Punishment.

4:03am

I've been trying to connect my uni email account to my phone mail. I have just realised that I doesn't matter anymore.

21:33pm

I feel like keeping a diary on behalf of someone else- maybe a fictional character- the way that it happens in "Jill". (That's the book I'm reading at the moment)

Also, randomly I had this thought. I'm a big Sherlock Holmes fan and I wondered to myself, if I was to meet him, what would he deduce or not deduce about me? It's an interesting question to ask about oneself, right?

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