monologue
I keep doing something in front of me tenaciously. It seems to be just killing time. It might be true. But that's also OK in this situation. I just need to wait. It isn't time to go yet. I don't need any movement right now.
Probably after this blogging, I can go to sleep well. It becomes cooler in my room. I don't need to wait for the morning to come.
Even a cup of instant coffee is better for me right now. It's already lukewarm. I may need to close the windows. I'm looking for the nail cutter. There is no nail cutter in my room. I don't like to bite my nails anymore.
I have to brush my teeth before sleep. I don't feel like going downstairs just to do that. But anyhow I need to do that for my next wakeup.
I fond my nail cutter finally. I cut my nails right away.