I wasn’t in a good shape recently. Always sleepy, always exhausted, never in the mood to do anything, easily frustrated. Then I had enough.

I’ve been putting off cleaning my room for months, so you can guess what a spectacular mess I had to face tonight at 2am when I decided to follow Barney Stinson’s everlasting advice, and stop letting life get the better of me, and be awesome instead – starting with cleaning my room. Yes, at 2am.

I looked at the frightening amount of stuff, ranging from Amazon boxes to spam flyers, took a deep breath and some time later I ended up with a huge pile of neatly packed trash instead, that’s gonna have to wait until next week (when the next trash day comes). Obviously I wouldn’t start vacuuming my room in the middle of the night, so that’s gonna have to wait until the weekend.

Some weekend.

This Sunday I went to the last day of the 2015 summer Comiket. It was as usual: hot, crowded, awesome. Last winter I realized that I could actually afford to buy stuff, and at this point that I don’t have to worry about buying another dojin music album ruining my food budget, I went wild.

I might’ve just read too many crime novels, or maybe it’s just that it was stated loud and clear in Hyouka, but when someone tells me that they are counting on me, or that they trust me, I can’t not feel that they’re (just) trying to manipulate me.

I can’t really put my finger on what feels so off about it. Especially since it’s usually people I know and have worked with for a long time telling me so, it could as well be a totally innocent, honest expression of their trust. Yet, it feels so wrong.

Why?

However, my first destination wasn’t Hungary, but Malta. One of my brothers moved there with his family this summer, and we went to spend a few days there with them before Christmas (my sister, my parents and I).

Malta doesn’t know winter. It can get a bit chilly in the night, and the wind is as expected on a small island in the middle of the sea, but it’s still just sweater weather. You ever swam in the sea in the middle of winter without having to fear freezing to death? Well, neither have I (walking in knee-deep was enough for me).