Planes

Today is one of those days where I cannot be bothered to do literally anything at all.
I've sat on the couch all day just hating myself. I mean, that's what I do most days, but today is just really, really bad. I need to go ride but I also don't want to, I need to eat lunch but I also don't want to, I need to do a lot of things, but I really don't want to. I'm not sad or anything, I just don't really care about anything.
Like, how much can you not care? This much.
I'd draw myself making a large hand gesture, but I don't want to.

But I dragged myself out to the barn anyway because I have a clinic tomorrow.
But the weirdest thing happened while I was out there.
As I went to grab Mister from the field, I heard some planes flying overhead. When I looked up, there were actually three flying, creating an uncomfortably close triangle of planes; one black one, two white, with the black one seemingly trying to hit the two others.
Anyway, it was really freaky, and I'm really tired and I have a big day tomorrow, so I'm just going to include today's happenings in tomorrow's entry. Does that make sense?
Cheers.