I feel uneasy. Like something is brewing and I don't really know what. But part of me just thinks its because I've been sleeping really heavy lately, and having odd dreams.
So I'm just getting lost in my book instead. Its "Notes from an Exhibition" by Patrick Gale. Once I decide to read some of it, I generally can't seem to put it down. Yesterday, I was reading it in the tea shop and I actually had to force myself to stop reading, because they were trying to close up. I seem to have a habit of not leaving until after closing, as I keep not watching the time due to reading or noting down project ideas.