So I have started to try to get into some daily routine in order to be more efficient. And anything getting done is efficient compared to the usual. So I get home, get on the computer or eat some cocoa pebbles. Then I'll feed the horses, go to the bathroom, then practice guitar. This should put me around 5, when I need to feed the dogs so Sasha doesn't wake mom up at 1 in the morning to go out. Then I guess the rest of the day is what I usually do... Which at least most of you should know.
This does not come without a story, though. Today, I had to feed the dogs before playing guitar, and then didn't even do that very rigorously. I ended up just laying down in front of the door/heater and sort of half passing out for an hour. Like the time where you're sort of getting up and some things might be real, and some things might not be real. and it's sort of confusing. But nothing you think is real, is real. At one point I wanted to tell the bus driver to turn the heat off. Then I realized I'm not on the bus. That was the heater in my room that was so warm. At one point Hannah started texting me. I told her I was hanging out on my floor. and she asked if it was warm. She knew what was going on. It was all good. Then at one point I was on my back holding my phone where I could see it above me, and it just sort of fell. I refuse to believe I dropped it, so it just fell on my face. That's when I decided I needed to get up.
Sarah is not on IM. This is disappointing. You even wrote it on your hand, Sarah.
"Blogging: Never before have so many people with so little to say said so much to so few." Yep that about sums this up. *listens to techno*
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Yeahhhhhh, you're going to need to go ahead and just sleep.
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