6:15am – finally falling asleep after a rotten night.
6:50am – crap, I gotta crap.
And again at 7:30, 8:10, 9:00, 10:15, 11:30
11:45am – finally empty, drifting off to la-la land…
12:45 – Manchild barges in, sits on me and asks if I’m going to sleep all day. I pull a rubber mallet out from under my pillow and beat him to death. Oh, don’t I wish.
1:00pm – flop out of bed like a fish out of water. Brush my teeth, flush my central line.
1:15pm – coffee coffee coffeeeee.
2:00pm – act like a knit-wit, realize the absurdity of knitting winter wear when it’s 85 degrees out.
4:00pm – make a half-assed attempt at bathing. Happy to smell a little better.
5:00pm – start a batch of pumpkin donuts, made as muffins instead.
6:00pm – shells and cheese for manchild, and coke for me.
7:00pm – I forgot to eat, pop a frozen vegetarian curry meal (with all kinds of delicious, fibrous shit I shouldn’t be eating) into the nuclear core. Smeared that bad boy with hummus, because why not? It’ll hurt either way.
8:00pm – Regurgitating curry. More knit-witting. Contemplating knitting monsters instead.
9:00pm – Play Torchlight 2, delight in the revelation that my pet can run to town to sell and retrieve items.
10:00pm – Fuck today. I’m going back to bed. Pain, pain, go away. Take a tramadol.
10:30 – sleepy enough to roll over to my sleepy side, roll over.
10:45 – chunks rise. Curry exorcised.
11:00pm – Try sleep again, can’t do it. Feet and legs are in the deep-fryer.
11:30pm – douse myself in biofreeze
11:45 – write about it.
Currently – sleeping? Maybe? Nah.
I’ve got appointments this week. Woop-woop! Let’s get this party started.