Still feeling frustrated and helpless about news of an acquaintance's grave illness. Wanted to run tonight after work but I could only do so outdoors cos it's too far from my customer's to my gym. Sky looked quite dark and overcast, and I wondered briefly if it would rain. Without even so much as a glance, mum just stated firmly it would and I shouldn't go running. Somehow I got riled up cos strange as it sounds, it felt like she's putting me down. So I thought damn it, I'm going to run anyway and I went. It didn't rain after all, but I couldn't put my heart into running. There was no joy in it.

And I came home still upset and fucked up.