for some reason, feeling anxious, even though the plan for the coming two days is finished already...
I wonder why.
Could it be the beginning of the new year, with all the ideas I've had for it? It's scary to be starting something immense, even if the trees of that forest are not beyond my own height...
Ах да, еще же эти чертовы открытки писать...
Черт бы их всех побрал.