Did something today that I haven't done in probably at least a year... I ate breakfast. It was just a couple of little bagels and orange juice, but I was very proud of myself for acting like a semi-normal human being and actually preparing food in my own house and then actually eating it. My toaster has probably been thinking that I don't love it. My microwave probably STILL thinks I don't love it.
It's strange that I have all the so-called comforts of home and rarely use them. I'm always in a rush to do SOMETHING. Not that I ever actually DO much, but I don't make time for things like laundry, like dishes, like breakfast. Household chores and normal meals get in the way of slacking off. Generally, I wait until about four o'clock in the afternoon before I eat anything, and until then, I subsist on orange juice.
I'm always astounded at people who say they "usually eat dinner around six." Gahd... I usually eat dinner if I get hungry, when I get hungry. I'm constantly amazed by people who can keep these neat, orderly houses, and always have clean clothes to wear, and regular schedules...
Anyway, I've actually done TWO -- yes, more than one! -- loads of laundry this week, made a neat garbage can out of an old tin of popcorn and some pretty cloth (so I don't have to, every two weeks, go around the house collecting shit in a plastic bag to bring outside), and eaten an actual breakfast. Gahd, what's happening to me!?
Anyway, I think I've completed my day's mission of being useful, so I'm going to go slack...
~Helena*