It has come to the second day of doing nothing, except that I'm happy that I'm doing nothing at my beloved home, after all the mental-torturing days on stranger's bed, watching out from the window, counting the wasted days and money that i'd spent.

I am back now, maybe with lots of writing. And there's a lot of things I want to do, but need some times, just so I can rationalize everything before starting it out. 

But for now, let me enjoy my holidays of doing nothing.