I woke up each morning having no plans for the day. Not even a single one. I was as spontaneous as anyone could be. Everything was done randomly. And days seemed longer but all the same fulfilling.

That's how things were probably 2years ago.

Hah. How I wish that's how things still are.
But no. It couldn't be more of the opposite.

I lost my organiser. And all of a sudden, I'm such in a wreck I don't even know which things should go where or which work should be done first. Grrr. I always hated this.

See, even this post lacked coherence. Argh.