30 May 2022

Hello. Today marks the tenth day of diary writing. I am liking this.
The sun is fire-spewing heat. It is impossible to step outside until the evening falls.
I was unable to appear for an interview today due to some technical glitch. They deny the existence of glitches. Let's see what happens.
I am continuing with the proofreading.

I am writing this to seek solace as I escape a quarrel at home. Moments of these family squabbles impel me to embrace my tinnitus and make me hope that all the ringing and buzzing entrenches my hearing so I don't have to be a prisoner in this war of words. Although, moments like this when I sneak away and seek comfort in words make me appreciate my books and my writing habits. And now, this little e-refuge from the being bare to bitterness. However, this doesn’t keep my mind shrouded from being on tenterhooks waiting for the rest half of the day to end. Oh, the agony…

Today's mood: irritated, bothered.

- Oizys.

29 May 2022

The ninth day of my diary entry.
I slept earlier last night than usual and woke up earlier than usual to the arrival of guests.
I received a message from a follower today. It felt weirdly comforting. It is a new feeling.
I have not been able to reply to the messages recently, but I will do so today, hopefully. I will try my best.
I spent the day entertaining and preparing the house and food for the guests.
Too hot today.
The family is toying with the idea of a one-day trip and I have already started looking for excuses to dodge it.
There was a function in the evening, which I gladly missed.
Nothing new. The same as usual. There is no new work leads on the horizon.
I started proofreading today. It reminded me how much I love proofreading, editing, and reading books.
I hope to keep up this practice of proofreading. 

Oh, and yesterday I came across a diary entry which had quoted a poem by Mary Oliver, and coincidentally I was reading a poem by Mary Oliver too. I was reading the collection "Thirst".

Today has been a busy and occupied day, starting with guests and then neck-deep in some proofreading work. There were small pangs of interior ruffle and discomposition. Some moments of my mind and soul dissociating here and there. But, I managed to stop my head from cleaving into multiple particles of worthless jitters and twitches, and I pulled it through by successfully maintaining my poise and cleaving my mind to the chores of today's unusual routine. 

Today's mood: tired, tizzy, and tasked.

- Oizys.