What did I do today? This is a question I'm asking myself at 11:06 in the evening.
Well, I woke up sometime after eleven this morning and came to the computer to start doing some writing.
But that's always the intention and never the truth because what really ended up happening was me checking my messages and as of now, I still haven't checked all of them.
A few hours passed before it was a toss up between me taking a shower -- the first one in a few days -- and/or walk out the door to go to a friend's place to help them out a bit, as I do a few or several times a week.
Which is a situation that can't be rushed as it takes me 30 minutes to walk there so I might as well take it show, no need to rush it at all.
I must have arrived there around 3:00 PM and we ended up cooking up some bacon brittle, or something like that, which took many hours to do; along with the washing of dishes that were already there, tossing of the trash, wiping down the stove, etc.
In the end, I didn't leave there until 7 PM and when I got back to the apartment, I had to check even more of my messages and try to find some point for me to start my writing, but again; I think I ended up just reading one article and taking some notes before I went to take that shower I was trying to get around to.
All this time, my mom is telling me she made some stuff for me to eat, which is her scheduling food time for me, which I don't ask her to do but she's been feeding me these constant reminders that I need to go eat or that she's going to have to throw the food away because apparently -- according to her -- you can only reheat homemade chicken soup a few times before it's not good to eat anymore.
So there I go, to shove that shit in my mouth, but not before I had to cut my toe nails, sweep the apartment, clean the tub and then after I ate; washed the dishes to get back over here, and finally sit down to write this at 11:14 PM.
And now, I'm getting sleepy.
