housekeeping.. you want me jerk you off
So, within the last couple of hours I tried to make snicker doodles, tried to fill my glass up with water and put up a poster. All somewhat easy tasks.. First, my snicker doodle recipe was from 250 million years ago, I wanted a modern day cookie but ended up with pangaea. That was very exciting. It was my history lesson for the evening.. somehow. So then I take those out and managed to separate them into two huge cookies, set them on a plate. By this time I had built up a thirst. Justin just bought this new brita water filter dealy, which there are two ways to get the water into your glass. One is by the average pour, and the other way is at the bottom where you push the button and the water comes out, for when you still have water filtering so you don't have to pour shit water all over the place pre-filtration. I attempted the latter. The bottom popped out completely. I did not plan on cleaning my kitchen floor tonight but that was added to the list. It was like I was the Katrina rescue team. So a few cigarettes and curse words later I decide to put up The Shining poster above the computer desk. So standing on a swivel chair I proceeded to, with good intentions, reenact some climactic ballet scene. I broke my ass, which will heal, but my pride is fucking shattered. The best part is I was supposed to write this entry 3 hours ago but surprisingly turned probably a half hours worth of work into an entire evening of satanic debauchery. I don't even know what that means, but it happened tonight! I do plan on getting more into the groove of journaling. It might take some discipline but I will get there. I just forgot what it is like to feel and I never had a problem with that before, but numbness has come with age and when you are numb, writing is more difficult than feeling. But maybe if I write, I will get some feeling back.