Looking at this blank page for an hour, unable to conjure any pertinent images of Sunday. I barely noticed how hot it had grown again, though the day was soon to cool after I woke up at four o'clock in the afternoon. The hours were like facets badly cut, none quite matching, nothing flowing properly. Food seemed unappealing, and I ended up eating only some toast with cream cheese. About three o'clock in the morning I went and stood under the shower for about half an hour. It didn't entirely wash away the ennui, but perhaps a bit of the depression. I put on the pajama bottoms decorated with cats wearing glasses. They do cheer me up a bit when I see them. But they haven't brought any bright words. Maybe today will make more sense. But probably not.