Zombie Land continues. I'm not even making an effort to be numb now. It feels like my own special skin. I did come out of it briefly a few minutes ago, provoked my the thoughtlessness of the Y chromosome. Road rage is fairly in control too. Today was better than most days.

Tired, bruised. Can't focus too well on academic material. Shoulders hurt, even as i type this.

Discovered that the thing that kept me sane in the post exam interim was knitting. Surprised! I could feel some of the despair slipping away as i slipped away the stitches. Busy hands, happy mind.

Why do i feel that everytime i write about something that makes me happy, it gets jinxed? Paranoia is deeply unattractive. I don't want it. But it may be out to get me.