green tea, a warm blanket, and my laptop. it might have been the book I read. but… (there is some ‘but’, as always).
but now I have to write sth, so my book has to wait.
I can’t focus on my work. my thoughts are cruising in the room. they have no place to go and after a moment I can’t breathe.
now I feel that these thoughts are aggressive, tenacious, and attack me.
have to breathe deeply. have to keep my mind occupied…
‘I’ll do a perfect salad for bad thoughts’, it went through my mind and I put the plan in motion.