Randomness of Nothing at This Moment

It's already Sunday here.

I am not sleepy yet and I don't want to sleep yet, despite knowing I need to. Need because it's the healthy thing to do and stop sleeping past midnight (given my shift is at 6 am. And not need because I have work tomorrow or I need to wake up early. Later, I mean. Not tomorrow.

The problem is, I got nothing else to do. I can read, sure, but Pygmy, the new book I am on (again, this is the third time I'm trying to read it) isn't kicking me in the way I want. I'm having a hard time with its linguistics — despite getting to know what it means. It just takes a lot of mental gymnastics than usual and so it derails my thoughts. 

So here I am, writing nonsense. Another set of blabber, pretending I am doing something with my free time. 

But again, I suck at doing nothing. I like to do nothing but when I am doing nothing, I feel, I feel bored somehow. I just scroll on my phone endlessly.

And it's starting to suck.

Photo taken last Wednesday. Before the moon showed up.