"There were days when she was very happy without knowing why. She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect Southern day. She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in. And she found it good to dream and to be alone and unmolested.
There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why,—when it did not seem worth while to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation. She could not work on such a day, nor weave fancies to stir her pulses and warm her blood." The Awakening by Kate Chopin
This is one of those annoying, unhappy days, when life seems so useless, so pointless. There's no direction. There's no point. No goal. Only annihilation.
I simply cant get no work done today. So annoying.
I sooo don't have time for such gruesome days.
(I love Awakening, though.)
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