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my days proceed as follows...
10am: the alarm goes off and i awaken, confused, is it tomorrow, or is it still yesterday?
10:30am: eat, whatever i can find, a bowl of lucky charms, a sandwich of lettuce and tomatoes...anything goes
11am: run errands....go to the post office, lay out in the sun, read, work out
1:45pm: walk with my heads in the clouds to work, wonder if i should pay more attention crossing the street, wonder what would happen if something unmentionable occurred
2pm: work, try the best not to mess up, pray that the pharmacist never has to come in and tell me that i've messed up, smile and nod
8:30pm: walk home, pay attention to dark corners where people are lurking, plan my escape, scare myself
9pm: wash off hospital germs
10pm: lay in bed and read with my hair soaking wet, knit, read
10:30pm: adjust pillow to a dry spot, consider blow drying hair, turn fan on instead, read some more
1am: make a peanut butter and nutella sandwich, check email...
so by now, i am bored, you are bored....lets hope things change for next time, save us both a yawn.
next week, i'm taking off a week from work, because 40 hours of work is too much for little me to handle,
and i'm going to cape cod. the cape is not home, but if home weren't home, than i'd want cape cod to be home.
10am: the alarm goes off and i awaken, confused, is it tomorrow, or is it still yesterday?
10:30am: eat, whatever i can find, a bowl of lucky charms, a sandwich of lettuce and tomatoes...anything goes
11am: run errands....go to the post office, lay out in the sun, read, work out
1:45pm: walk with my heads in the clouds to work, wonder if i should pay more attention crossing the street, wonder what would happen if something unmentionable occurred
2pm: work, try the best not to mess up, pray that the pharmacist never has to come in and tell me that i've messed up, smile and nod
8:30pm: walk home, pay attention to dark corners where people are lurking, plan my escape, scare myself
9pm: wash off hospital germs
10pm: lay in bed and read with my hair soaking wet, knit, read
10:30pm: adjust pillow to a dry spot, consider blow drying hair, turn fan on instead, read some more
1am: make a peanut butter and nutella sandwich, check email...
so by now, i am bored, you are bored....lets hope things change for next time, save us both a yawn.
next week, i'm taking off a week from work, because 40 hours of work is too much for little me to handle,
and i'm going to cape cod. the cape is not home, but if home weren't home, than i'd want cape cod to be home.