What Are You Doing?

I just finished East of Eden. What a transforming book. I'm surprised it didn't win the Pulitzer.

 

Considering whether I should implement DVD only days, just to change things up a bit.

 

Running down the street naked, breaking glass, and screaming, "can't get me.. !"

 

Ahk! Mein Gott, I forgot about that!

 

Watching a BBC Four documentary about Du Fu - China's greatest poet, apparently.

 

Moving slow today but moving, slept past my normal wake up time. Woke up, walked the dogs, worked out, had breakfast, showered, took vitamins, showered, mediated, put on skin lotoin...and that's just about it... not much but something. We`ll see if we can`t keep this going somewhat. Nice to break the ADHD-Anexity-Depression-Sleep cycle I`ve been stuck in.

 

Work's slow as balls today so I've been staring out the window. The neighbor's been out with her small granddaughters and the smallest one started out on her little bike, but on the way back she carried it. And her little dog companion stopped to wait for her every time she stopped to put her boots on and take them off to store in the seat of her bike.

It's been a complicated bike ride, I gather. All of this took place in the span of about a minute as they passed the house.

 

I wish all personality quizzes or "what kind of potato are you" type quizzes would just end with "Congratulations, you're a fucking twat!" and then automatically shut down the browser tab. It's seriously the stupidest invention and its only meant to earn money off advertisements.

To be clear, I'm not directing this at you (this quarantine has also thrown me off balance; recently I have gotten into Russian Bass Techno), but the basic bitches who do this year around.

Now get off my lawn.

 

Me too. I suppose reading can be viewed as working on a story? It is after all the best advice for becoming a better writer ... second to heavy alcoholism.

 

I've written out Christmas cards already...

 

Go on, take the money and run.

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About to pay my appraisal fee. Here goes nothin'!

Just kidding, there's actually money involved. A lot.

 

That was you?

 

I'm afraid I can't recall.

 

Denial is the best state to live in, I've found.

I'm listening to my favorite singer songwriter do a live stream and typing up all the shit I've typed.

HOLY SHIT! HE's DOING A COVER FROM ONE OF MY FAVORITE BANDS I'M GOING TO DIE. Not really but it's fucking exciting!

 

(aka deep, serious Research for my next story)

 

Praying that my smearing Fernox on a pipe next to my hubby's workstation has fixed one of several central heating problems (one of them is that the boiler seems to have forgotten that off means off) I spoke to my landlord and he's said if we can find someone who'll fix it he'll pay because his handymen are isolating.

 

Best of luck to you.

 

No matter how much structure I try to keep sleeping keeps switching me up. I`ve been going to bed my normal time but waking up at it? Bah, has not been happening. I was doing good there, even on my days off....but now every day is a day off...

Still, got up, had breakfast, showered, got my water bottle, and ready to go. Let`s see if I can do....something today...maybe just right. Rediscovered a spot in the yard, a big old rock yesterday. I, of course, knew it was still there but I used to hang out there all the time in high school and laying there yesterday...it was something...doesnt look to be as nice today but still planning to go out there. Been needing a place to read and mediate where mother is blasting something about the brides of satan.

Let`s see if we can`t catch up in the middle here.

 

Trying to force myself to get dressed and go buy a few essentials. Not bothering is so much easier, though.

 

If you can do without the essentials, then they are not essentials.

 

I need batteries, they're essentials. I hadn't been bothering to get them the past few weeks because I couldn't be arsed. Now society is collapsing, sirens are wailing, and in the distance a child cries. Procrastinating doesn't mean something isn't essential, it means I hate myself.