Decomposing Wires.

Okay, I've written around twenty sentences already and have backspaced them all. I can't think of a reasonable way to describe my day. It feels like nothing has happened. I left the house at 8.45 and was in college dead on 10.30. I then left at 12.30(ish) and got home at around 2.30. I went upstairs to find my cat, cuddled her for a little bit telling her about the ear boy's clenching jaw and fucking fell asleep mid sentence. I wasn't even tired. Now, I feel like I'm floating. Like I'm not here. I don't like it.