Maybe I should take advantage of the situation and go up on the roof and observe dawn. Fresh air might do me some good? I do feel as if my lungs are filled with stale air.

In a perfect world: Sleep early. Wake up at fajr. Offer my prayers. Wait for the sky to lighten just a bit. Then go out for a walk in the park in front of my house. Just get some fresh air in my lungs. Feel refreshed. Maybe cycle a little in my cycle. Listen to the birds. And not be so fucking miserable.

But who gets perfection in this life eh?
It's a lifetime supply of stale air for me I think.