So my bed routine keeps getting increasingly extensive and it's actually somewhat mentally exhausting ( wanted to say challenging but hmmmmm ) because I'm constantly at war with myself! If anyone even knows what that means.. my mind influences my body to do something it is reluctant to perform. By that I meant stretching/light exercises/prrrr*yyy and it actually helps me to sleep really well and conjure sweeter dreams. But when I tried to venture into meditation ummm I really didn't know what I was doing. Just spacing out and snapping out of it when I felt confused. Fail.

Randomly felt a *gush of warmth* over something really insignificant... what a girly moment! SIck.

Also, blogging frequency has hit a deadly low ( maybe less than once a month ) but when I decided to click on my stats I got a shock at the hit count for last month! Seriously who even goes to this website anymore to stare at a canvas of dreary dramaholic words. Even I don't. Also because when I read what I wrote I feel... unfamiliarity.

Conclude that in this post I sound very very very strange.

Should delete.