Sleepy head, full of cotton wool.

Where did the last two weeks go?

I had so many plans for the things I would do. By now I was supposed to have my room organised, all my art materials sorted and boxed, a stack of books registered and released.

Eyes drooping, hard to keep them open.

I meant to write, to create some art. I was going to learn how to use my good camera properly. Oh yes, and I was going to check out that bike riding course.

Big yawn.

When do I get some more holiday?

Soon, please.

Soon.