could have been an email.

Good morning, world. The sun is coming up. The new week has begun.

The weekend was slow and relaxing. Shawshank made brunch and dinner. We both played a couple of hours of Torchlight. I spent about 20-30 minutes outside, soaking up sunlight, looking like a fool in a tank top while others are out in at least a hoodie. I didn’t even try to record anything.

My mother called right after I woke up this morning. I hadn’t even gotten out of bed yet, the sleep mask was still on. My sister called Friday and chewed me out for not calling anyone, only texting. I hate talking; unless you’re leading the conversation, I will be quiet and awkward, or worse, infodump. Don’t ask me to actually call people for conversation. Needless to say, I’ve spent the weekend dreading the call, because I am literally the worst daughter ever.

It was nice to chat, she does it right. I planned to call her tonight. Shawshank‘s parents are on their way to the city for a hospital consult and I was going to call with an update.

I think it’s time to do the human things. If I don’t, I’ll never move.