Slept. Woke. Like usual, I feel hungover and drained. It's already dark out. All the light bulbs blew and I can't replace them, so it's extra dark today.

I'm sick, like usual. I have a permanent cold that won't leave me. It's lasted for a few years.

I had to shave my head yesterday. All my hair fell out. Sad. I had long hair.

Nothing to do now but sit here and wait. It's quite at least. No ghosts.