Yesterday was a Bad Bad Bad Bad day. I never really thought that a day without school could possible be a bad day. But it was. I was at home just pacing around and doing nothing. I knew I was supposed to be doing a lot of other shit I didn't want to think about. But I couldn't. I never even got out of my pajamas. I just read all day. I read The Passion, which was really good. It was about these two people during Napoleon's reign. It was weird, too. Awesomeness. And I read the first part of Dracula. That was pretty cool too.
Then I spent an hour or so researching how to raise chickens. I found out which breeds have the best temperaments, and which are the best egg layers. And I also found out what kind of coops are the best. When I should feed them and collect the eggs, and if I should have a rooster. It's all very interesting. The thing is, my dad was thinking about getting chickens. So my mom gave my sister an incubator so that we could hatch our own eggs. It's pretty exiting.
Anyway. I made a vegetable, brown rice, and tofu stir-fry for my mom and sister. But by then I was too depressed to eat any of it. So my mom helped me make a list of all the things I was supposed to do, which only made me more depressed because I hadn't done any of them. I've accomplished 4 out of 10 so far.
I went to bed early, and just kind of lay there and read Harry Potter and wrote about how my day sucked.