Youngest uncle (youngest still living with us, I should say) came by, younger brother helped with his offboard packages. Had some dinner later, grandma made bittermelon soup and fried up a bit of fish. Yum. I had to get a second (smaller) serving of bittermelon soup. After that, I crunched some Spanish assignments, and tried to unwind. I did check on the Tumblr friend group (mcytblr) crap again, not really a fan of the latest developments, decided to start distancing some more. After that the night was spent trying to decompress, and now here I am. Eyes feel a bit heavy so I’ll go ahead and tuck myself in soon.
"[Growing up] is hard and nobody understands." // https://www.homestuck.com/story/2391