Early wake, day busy with meetings, I get productive at work, yogurt and fruits lunch, to the brewstore,pembertom farms, filling rice, suits, more writing [Mon 25]

 I write this at 10.57 of this very day, the day's not even over yet and I've got the journal entry out already, despite still needing to write four posts after this, and a meditation session.

So yesterday I made a checklist after what seems like an era, and intend to start following it soon, maybe starting tomorrow? The motivation is coming back, the energy is there now. It's like maybe I've not been eating well or something, something has been not working right, and the energy is being recovered. You know?

So I got up at 7 sharp, consciously snoozed it thrice, out of bed at 7.40, listened to the podcasts, various, and waited for the restroom until 8.20, and then working at 840. I know it's still lazytimes as I didn't brush or make bed until later, but things are improving, and early waking is the sign of progress. I'm looking forward getting my shit back slightly together again.

Got out of job at 4.20, after having written 120 words at work. The workday was so full of meetings, didn't get to do anything besides making a pretty chart that people didn't appreciate much either. Took a nice long shower after work, and then suited up for the brewery store trip. To fix the pipe diameter issue.

Easy trip, the brewstore people didn't even charge me extra money for the larger pipe. Decided to pop into the Indian store a few blocks from there to see what was good. Spent like half hour looking for something to take, got a packet of bhujiya and achar, stood up in the line for maybe twenty minutes realized the store didn't care about customers, abandoned my goods and left.

Across the street I saw 'pemberton farms' a high-end natural store. Amazing, amazing place. Everything's so expensive but shit looks nice. Spent maybe a good twenty minutes in there, in the end got us a nice bar of Maine butter and 88% dark chocolate. Didn't yet dare buy the 12$ a bar chocolate that was single-source because yikes, maybe I'll take a breather before that. What if I don't like it. What if it's a disappointment. What if I like it too too much.

Fell in love with the cashier, got nervous when she asked me something, fumbled around all confused and embarrassed and she giggled -- or rather laughed derogatorily probably but I'll interpret it in the way that makes me feel better. God that store has cute cashiers, I need to make it my daily destination for walks.

Got back, told roommates about the cashiers, they made fun of me. They'd had rice and chicken, I had the rice with seasame oil, tahini, kimchi, soy sauce and  lime juice. Yum yum yum, so good. Rice is so filling if you have it when you're very very very hungry.

Watched like five episodes of Suits with absolutely no concern for what might happen to the future of writing and other things.

Brushed, got ready for bed and here we are now, two posts in. The rest of the night will involve me writing four more posts and a bout of meditating, and it's done. We'll be in a good place.

Hope to get up for reals at 7am and write at least a little bit. Need to make mornings productive once again.