It's 10.55 in the PM of the same day, I need to write this real quick before things escalate out of hand.
Reminder to self. Need to write a poem called 'The Fooli', on how ooof the fooli pierces my heart as it pierces her nose. Etcetera. It's wild. Take it as you will.
So right I'm writing writing writing, right now, talking to Sk on the side is it just me or. Anyway have been writing for an hour and half. Before that I was talking to the boys, showing them my new laptop and how cool and cheap it was and how I'm going to make it last a decade if not more. I'm an easily excitable person what can I say.
Did I eat something this evening? It feels like that because I feel full my memory must have failed me because I AM NOT hungry?
Brought the laptop, unpacked it, made sure it worked, talked to the boys made fun of one another, shot the shit so to speak, another one of the classic 'our apartment' days. It's probably one of the last ones before the serious holidays begin.
Anyway the walk back was so goddamn fking cold and windy my nose basically froze, my head hurt terribly and my exposed hands were cold, since I had to carry the large laptop back that wouldn't fit in my backpack. Listened to episodes of the office.
After work got to 1000 words in my work blog, chilled around, just did nothing, youtubes I think, left home at 5.20. Walk to Cambridge was not too eventful, it was cold but I was prepared and walking quick so I was actually hot. At Best Buy spent maybe ten minutes to collect my wares, and headed right back. Dear gods that route is awful, the highway the traffic the noise, I'm never taking that again no matter how much time it saves me, it's no fun.
Work was actually really busy, I saved myself from a big hole I'd gotten myself into yesterday. So tomorrow there's not much to do. Lunch was at 2, so much more of the pancakes and the sauce. I'm finally gonna be done with it.
Breakfast was a heavy pb & banana sandwich, so big, so filling.
Got up super duper annoyingly at 7.30, chilled till 8, rushed everything, the meditation wasn't proper, didn't even write the things I had kept in for this morning.
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