i do nothing and still - so much that i'm fully pepped out

stuff's moving along with Scandinavia... all my folks insist on feting my birthday, but... there's nothing to fete at all, no joy, no enthusiasm. a great rush of going somewhere away - but i's not a decision, just hope to escape what is inescapable.

i draw again... and don't sleep, which is not an issue, if honestly.