A crummy day, not sure I have a sleeping schedule, crusty brain and thoughts and the smell of my mother's incense to fill the room. Her office room is pretty and comforting, she isn't but she's not around so I can make the room mine for a while. The white on this screen's a bit too bright right now and I wonder if I can tinker with the settings here to make it darker. I'm waiting for someone to come to the house and I'm absolutely embarrassed by the mess I've been continually having to clean up here but I'll get there some day. I'm laying on my bed who doesn't wear sheets and acts a table for my keyboard and pill bottle(s?) and phone, a CD I've heard plenty and one I haven't heard fully, a CD player with layers of stickers slathered unto it but it no longer works, a book I picked out of the neighborhood birdhouse library, other things to listen to music on or from, my towel and an empty water bottle. (4/27/2020)