Drink coffee, but not the kind that says “Sleepytime” because it’s just 1:40 p.m. Watch Broadchurch season 3, ep three and promise myself I won’t rewind it when I don’t understand what the Scottish dude is talking about. I turn up the volume just enough not to annoy the neighbours. I miss chunks of the conversation and realize it doesn’t matter. I rebuke myself because I should be writing instead.
I read five pages of this new book. Put it down. Continue to feel unprolific. Pour a glass of milk meant for tomorrow’s breakfast. Decide I can buy another one tomorrow. Shiver in my chair because the heater doesn’t heat my apartment quickly enough, and I’m too lazy to get a blanket. Anguish about the gouge I made in my cellphone glass yesterday. Refresh Twitter feed.
Refresh Twitter feed again. Google my blog. Decide I have two years to become successful. Rub myself out of the chair to pour a second glass of milk. Wish I had children. Google how old Thomas Sankara was when he died. Resolve I have five more years to become successful. Reprimand myself because that PR agent never replied to the best article I have ever written – top off my milk glass.
I go to the loo to pee; I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I decide whether it’s time to put on pyjamas or go to the closest McDonald’s and interact with people. Shower. Put on pyjamas. Brush my fine hair. Wish I had locks. Wish I were younger. Check the clock: 9:24. Clean the dishes. Decide it’s early enough to drink more tea. This time make the kind that says “Sleepytime.”
Consider taking out the garbage bin. I end up not going out because it’s cold, and I can’t handle 10 degrees. Rebuke myself for only publishing two essays this week. Pee two more times because I drank the whole bottle of milk and two cups of hot tea in the last six hours. Feel feeble. Ponder my worth as a human being.
Return to my comfy chair. I take a blanket this time. Wish I hadn’t watched all of Ozark season 3 already. Press play on the next episode of Blacklist. Strain to catch all the dialogue, miss 30% of it and wonder if it’s too early to go to bed. Refresh my Twitter feed again…
One of those days…
Lol experience this before. This was funny made me laugh!
Hectic!
lol :) You probably have had an evening like this G, maybe more hectic lol
that’s why I can relate 😄