Blah blah blah blah blah blah blahhhh. Yippee, the sun is up. Forces my eyelids open. The cat is screaming at me to get upright. Why? There's food in her dish, there's water in her bowl. What more could she possible desire? She's not an overly affectionate cat, nor is she extremely playful. Mainly she just lays around and yells at me. Occasionally bites and scratches me, but mainly is just whisker full of complaints.
Yea, okay. I'm up. Now what. I don't work today. I have nothing that I want to do. I have lots of things that I need to do, but I have about as much ambition to motivate myself as three toed sloth. Just feeling slow and blah and wanting to sleep. Am hungry, but don't have the desire to make anything to eat. I just wanna sit here. Not sure if I even want to type here, just wanna sit. Not do anything. Just sit and close my eyes. Ears too. Don't want to see anything, don't want to hear anything. Don't want to do anything. I feel like a big ole rock at the bottom of a fast moving river. Life keeps moving around me at breakneck speed, but I'm stuck. Stuck in the glop and the grime of a muddy depression.
6 hours after awakening I finally drag my behind into the shower. For what. I have no where to go today. Nothing to do today. The cat doesn't care about how fresh I smell or if my hair is all funky looking in a bad just rolled out of bed look kind of way. I'm not anticipating any company, except for the cable repair guy and I don't care what I look like when he gets here. Hell, I just want him to hook up my cable again and leave, not looking for his social graces. He showed up a few hours ago thankfully, so now at least there's some noise in this empty apartment again. No phone, no tv and no internet makes for a very quiet lonely night. I can't go quite that far with it though, I did find my old rabbit ears in the basement and did manage to hook em up so I could watch the local news and then headlines with Jay Leno. Not as comical as previous episodes, but I did manage a chuckle or two. That's difficult for me lately. Laughing. Me and Mr. Kleenex have been spending lots of time together.
Ok. I have to go find something to eat now, my stomach isn't going to tolerate being ignored much longer. My typing strength is diminishing. That and I'm ready for a nap.
Yea, okay. I'm up. Now what. I don't work today. I have nothing that I want to do. I have lots of things that I need to do, but I have about as much ambition to motivate myself as three toed sloth. Just feeling slow and blah and wanting to sleep. Am hungry, but don't have the desire to make anything to eat. I just wanna sit here. Not sure if I even want to type here, just wanna sit. Not do anything. Just sit and close my eyes. Ears too. Don't want to see anything, don't want to hear anything. Don't want to do anything. I feel like a big ole rock at the bottom of a fast moving river. Life keeps moving around me at breakneck speed, but I'm stuck. Stuck in the glop and the grime of a muddy depression.
6 hours after awakening I finally drag my behind into the shower. For what. I have no where to go today. Nothing to do today. The cat doesn't care about how fresh I smell or if my hair is all funky looking in a bad just rolled out of bed look kind of way. I'm not anticipating any company, except for the cable repair guy and I don't care what I look like when he gets here. Hell, I just want him to hook up my cable again and leave, not looking for his social graces. He showed up a few hours ago thankfully, so now at least there's some noise in this empty apartment again. No phone, no tv and no internet makes for a very quiet lonely night. I can't go quite that far with it though, I did find my old rabbit ears in the basement and did manage to hook em up so I could watch the local news and then headlines with Jay Leno. Not as comical as previous episodes, but I did manage a chuckle or two. That's difficult for me lately. Laughing. Me and Mr. Kleenex have been spending lots of time together.
Ok. I have to go find something to eat now, my stomach isn't going to tolerate being ignored much longer. My typing strength is diminishing. That and I'm ready for a nap.
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