Strange Days

Now that I'm unemployed by choice, I have very strange days. I don't have a schedule. I don't have anywhere to be and I like it that way.

I get up, feed the cat, eat breakfast and exercise. I feel my body getting stronger. Afterwards, I'm exhausted and sweaty and I take a shower.

I eat a snack.

I play online games on Kongregate. As a kid, I wanted to play test video games. As an adult, I play too many of them. My talents wasted.

Sometimes minutes past, sometimes hours and I browse and click and I scroll tumblr, write my daily short story and check out beauty videos on youtube. I want to make videos. I want to do a lot of things. Sometimes I make videos and never upload them. I do this a lot.

So many unfinished things, sitting around and collecting dust.

My fiance and I are moving, so we're packing and uncovering all of these lost things from around the apartment. So many things. Candles, magazines, lip balm -- it's all there -- hidden in boxes, behind furniture and under the bed. The more we dig, the more we find. All of it is going into different boxes. More & more & more until our little apartment is empty.

Oh, hello, new place! Only to start my strange days again in a new place.

Excuse Me

I don't like Sundays.

I don't know why, but I always wake up in a bad mood. All day long I just want to eat junk food, lie around and watch movies. I don't want to run errands, act proper or be polite. I pretty much just want to drink hard cider, burp & pretend I'm in some different world.

I know what I should be doing, but there's no way I'm going to do it. Not today. Not on Sundays. Never.