Sad, writing in my diary about my father.
Hopeful, my T has challenged me to plan something for my next holiday. I've been googling places within a day's journey from home.
Surprised to find things I want to do. To know what those things are.
Anxious at the thought of actually doing it.
Upset to realise that the thing I most want to do I can't because it's just too far from home and the trains don't run often enough.
Determined. I will do that thing one day.
Nervous, I have just received the results for the last assignment I did. It'll take a while to build up the courage to read it.
Amused. My cat, asleep on my lap, is farting whiffily in his sleep:roflmao::poop:.