What an unday

I sat in the flat today wondering what to do. I felt tired out by the past week and looked out at the rain that had shattered the sunshine days that the week began with. Strange feelings seemed to fill my body. Tiredness made me dream odd panicky visions that were like ghosts questioning the space I inhabit. Funny strange and unilluminating but creepily numbing. Its an odd off day undelivered actions of earlier wants dissolved into dislodged feelings and like unset words on a crumpled page. May be I am being confused by having a non day unforged like molten lead waiting for an artist to shape. The artist like Godot had not turned up and like a Becket character I was paralysed in unmoved action. Unformed and unfunctioned seems the theme and perverse conclusion of this unday. I wait for the unday to dissolve into a real tomorrow and not a strange unsettling untomorrow.