Well, done with work today.
Hmm. And for the week.
I don’t work very hard, though. I don’t really really push myself like my own slave driver.
I guess I could read now.
Kind of feel like wasting some time on the internet, though.
Mom’s still a bitch about my suboxone. Which, may I remind you, we’re pushing back to next weekend.
Tomorrow or Sunday I’ll be hanging out with a friend from high school, Nick, whom I talk about frequently on here.
We’ll probably do some photography. I like joint photo shoots with folk. Did some with a friend in college once, one with my now-ex downtown of where we lived.
My brain I feel doesn’t work too well anymore. It’s hard to summon the stamina to do anything more than a few minutes without a break. Beside, like, some sort of physical thing.
I need to go for my walk. Apparently it’s hot outside but I haen’t been outside all day so I dno’t know.
Oh wait no I was in the rear garden. It wasn’t hot! What gives!
Writing in here is pointless I don’t know what I’m doing.
Should get my paltry morself of exercise in.