Got up early in the morning, did meditation, listened to podcasts, felt good about myself. I was going to take care of myself, get shit right and it was all gonna be great.
Work was so-so, nothing worth talking about. Oh yeah, at work I got 4k words written, amazing achievement. Should have followed that up with 4k more words the next day aka Friday but didn't, bummer.
For lunch I had eggplant, obviously because I'm stuck with that mess of eggplant and I need to finish it ASAP dear gods what have I gotten myself into I can't throw because that's an awful waste of good food but it's getting so boring and nobody else will eat it so annoying. I had eggplant and rice.
After work I wrote a lot a lot lot, cleaned my room a bit, thought I was gonna get all my affairs in order. It was looking good. It was raining slash snowing outside so very wet, but leave I had to otherwise I'd be compromising on my well-being. I suited up with my raincheater boots and rainproof trousers and headed out. Realized very very early on that my jacket was not rainproof at all, I knew that I've know that for a while but it looks like it should be rainproof so every time I use it I forget that it's actually not what I think and hope it is.
The walk was alright, out of house to porter, go in front of Dollar Tree and Market Basket, don't go into market basket, walk back until I reach Medford Street and take it all the way hone. So very wet and it was annoying because maybe I never paid attention but that stretch of the roads are NOISY, so noisy I don't think I can walk there again.
I was meditating as I walked, from the app and various other tools I've been using. It was great, but uhh the noise, never noticed the noise before. Don't know if it's the meditation that made me notice the cacophony or that I take the podcast volume so high that nothing else is heard but so annoying.
After I got back I made roasted broccoli for dinner, yum! And then wrote for an hour or so, almost caught up, not exactly but I was on track to be doing really good. I put a lott of my eggs for Friday, should have known that never works out as there's a history of Friday being the least productive of all days but...whatever
Slept at 11.30.
And then got up at 3am the next morning, couldn't go back to sleep because I was terrified about the election, things happening in the world and personal security. Those four/five hours until it was morning and I was ready for work were terrible. Scary times, please make this be right all entities that I rebel against, mess this up only if you're tryina mess with me because you KNOW I'll fight back and you're not gonna be happy when I get there in my own sweet time and whoop yo' ass, so to speak.
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