Once again, I was up early. FUCKING AGAIN. I woke up and remembered the laundry. Mom wanted to wash jeans today, and I had assured her I’d put mine by the washer belt bed. Of course, I forgot to do so. However, my brain was helpful enough to remind me of this promise around 4:30. I attempted to sleep, and in some ways I succeeded, only to jolt awake again and REMEMBER THE LAUNDRY.
Did I actually put the jeans out there or anything? Of course I fucking didn’t. What do you think I am, an actual adult? No, I fucking laid there in bed like a toddler and mentally bemoaned the fact I wasn’t asleep. If I hadn’t been under a 20 lb weighted blanket, I may have actually kicked the blankets.
Mom and I went out yesterday morning, grabbing a few quick things from Walmart. She had an afternoon doctor’s appointment, so I napped for about 30 minutes after lunch and then we went back out. It wasn’t a particularly nice day, nor was it a bad day. Instead, it was just dreary feeling all day. I just didn’t want to do anything.
As far as I know, there’s no plans for today. I can nap.
Paint, poi, nap.
Happy Friday.
