Unproductive day, skipped walks, halfassed meditation, scrambled egg sammich, lactose induced diarrhea and late to bed, twitter addiction [Tue 19]

This week has been remarkably unproductive and a total waste of time, I write this 48 hours after the day's ended but the show must go on.

Got up at 7, really out of bed at 8 because we had a goddamn 8am meeting there was nothing I could do about that. Fixed the situation, there was so many meetings I didn't do anything at work. It's wild really how many things can go wrong all at the same time.

For lunch I made some scrambled eggs, toasted two slices of bread with a lot of mayo in it, dumped texas pete sauce on it, and then turned it into a scrambled egg sandwich. So goddamn good, so so so good, I'm going to write an amazing review of texas pete in the future, not right now though.

After work I was just annoyed tired whatever, so watched the tv with the roommates, don't remember what it was, could have been suits? It's an amazing tv show and I was hooked, I've already half-assed a review of it. For dinner I had yogurt with maple syrup and nuts and hot chocolate with milk.

I made a mistake in taking lactaid tablets with the milk, and suffered. Oh dear reader I suffered so bad. Awful diarrhea, spent the next four or fire hours constantly in and out of the toilet, my guts completely cleared out, no ability to think or reason or stay straight. So painful.

I couldn't sleep. I couldn't write. I couldn't meditate. I turned on the meditation because I still wanted to maintain the run but the phone froze. I was afraid I'd lost the run but not, it somehow went through and my phone came back alive.

Two kill the hours as I waited for my tummy situation to stabilize I reset my twitter password and went back in after a very long time, spruced up my account, followed a few people, let a few people in, and prepared to slide into everybody's DM's. It wasn't a great job, but somebody's gotta do it right.

Went to sleep at 2/2.30 in the morning, can't blame the distraction though, it was the tummy. Trust me. Ugh. It still hurts down there when I think about it.