Slow Day

It's been a slow day. I woke up at 3pm, studied, went on the piano, studied some more and I'm busted by 8. I'm not too sure what I covered exactly. I'm not too sure what I'm doing either. I try to spread my waking hours evenly among all my subjects but it's not working very well. Productivity remains low because I'm essentially going through motion, with the random insight every now and then.

I don't want to see my psychologist anymore. Going to Woodbridge is a chore because it's so far, costs so much and takes up too much time. It's quite a dreary place as well despite their fountains and what-not. The discerning eye can see that the windows are barred, even though they hid it very well.

And every day is passed alone.