There's a weird feeling of emptiness that I have right now.  I guess that, is better than anxiety, at least.  I think it's a combination of rolling the credits for Silksong and then just...not knowing whether beyond the door my path continues, or comes to an end.  It's weirdly ungrounding.  But!  The turmoil and struggle that I wrote about last time is past...

Tomorrow is the start of an odd week for me.  A week where I simultaneously try to relax, try to get stuff done, try to enjoy myself but be disciplined, try to be social yet spend time to myself, try to be hopeful yet pragmatic.  It's weird to try and know where to land in all of it.

But I guess, I will at the very least, start by doing laundry and vacuuming, I guess.  Past that, I'll drink my white tea.  Try to figure out lunch and dinner, which I don't actually have too much of a plan about, for once.  And write a letter, at least.

Feels nice to be done with my pixel art drawing for the month, I guess.  I should have probably tried to sleep earlier, but maybe I can at least wake up not too late tomorrow...?