Disappearing Drivel

I cleaned the kitchen Saturday. Living room Sunday. It’s Wednesday. Kitchen is a pit. Living room is a pit.

You can’t help but feel disrespected, like nobody cares.

It doesn’t make me want to clean again, that’s for sure. What’s the point? It’s going to shit in two days, anyway. I give up.

I’ve figured out a name for this shirt: Velveeta. It’s exactly the color of Kraft Mac ‘n Cheese. All I can think is they must’ve chosen it for visibility. But wouldn’t classic orange have worked, too?

That color must’ve been taken by another department.

Yeah, must’ve been.

So, here I am, looking like the 90s in my t-shirt, flannel, and not really baggy jeans.

I went off the rails yesterday with too many Fiber 1 brownies and also too much spaghetti with meat sauce. Now I’m up a bit on the scale from what it last said. And I weighed in the almost nude again, so it’s a pretty accurate measure.

Back on track today. That’s the only way to look at it. For me, anyway. Dinner is already planned: low point chicken thighs. Today will be better than yesterday.

I should go. Give myself a little time to settle in. I’m not sure how much light time I’ve had, though. It’s supposed to be 30 minutes a day. I think I sat down about 10 of. So maybe 5:20, I’ll get up.

What a bunch of babble, that whole last paragraph. You guys don’t need to hear any of this. I’m just thinking out loud. I read it back and it’s so boring. Sorry, friends. I’m going to start cutting unnecessary rambling.

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