I never failed to be far too early or a solid twenty-minutes late.
The untimeliness could always be attributed to some confusion or another, be it reading times backwards or looking at the schedule for a different week.
I hadn't felt well Thursday morning so I'd rescheduled all of my appointments. I managed to successfully sleep off the sick feeling just on time to get to work at 11 AM only to realize I wasn't actually scheduled until 4 PM.
I made myself a sandwich, and it didn't taste right. I left, walking back to the library, fighting off the urge to buy another pack of cigarettes. I'd seen a video the day before where thirty packs of cigarettes were pumped through a two liter full of cotton balls. It grossed me out, so I used it for inspiration as not to smoke.
Thinking back to Wednesday's post made me feel disgusted and dumb, as usual. The day hadn't amounted to much of anything. I felt... helpless.
Thursday wasn't looking so hot either. Everything felt uninteresting. I didn't want to go anywhere or do anything yet I felt restless. I needed something but I didn't want anything.
As I sat at the desk I slowly slouched further and further into my own spine.
I barely had motivation to write, much less find anything else to do. Social media had become lackluster along with everything else I found around me. I hadn't read a good book or anything of the sort in days.
I couldn't even figure out where my headphones had disappeared to.
It's times like these that sleeping felt like the best option. Unfortunately the bible said sleeping or being a sluggard was no bueno, so I had to figure out what exactly I was supposed to be doing instead.
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The untimeliness could always be attributed to some confusion or another, be it reading times backwards or looking at the schedule for a different week.
I hadn't felt well Thursday morning so I'd rescheduled all of my appointments. I managed to successfully sleep off the sick feeling just on time to get to work at 11 AM only to realize I wasn't actually scheduled until 4 PM.
I made myself a sandwich, and it didn't taste right. I left, walking back to the library, fighting off the urge to buy another pack of cigarettes. I'd seen a video the day before where thirty packs of cigarettes were pumped through a two liter full of cotton balls. It grossed me out, so I used it for inspiration as not to smoke.
Thinking back to Wednesday's post made me feel disgusted and dumb, as usual. The day hadn't amounted to much of anything. I felt... helpless.
Thursday wasn't looking so hot either. Everything felt uninteresting. I didn't want to go anywhere or do anything yet I felt restless. I needed something but I didn't want anything.
As I sat at the desk I slowly slouched further and further into my own spine.
I barely had motivation to write, much less find anything else to do. Social media had become lackluster along with everything else I found around me. I hadn't read a good book or anything of the sort in days.
I couldn't even figure out where my headphones had disappeared to.
It's times like these that sleeping felt like the best option. Unfortunately the bible said sleeping or being a sluggard was no bueno, so I had to figure out what exactly I was supposed to be doing instead.
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