Let me give you a breakdown of my day:
12:00 - around 2:00 - internet
2:00 - 5:30 - slept in bed
5:30 - went to couch
6:30 - awakened and told to go bed
8:00 - got up, checked email, showered, etc.
8:35 - left for work
8:50 - turned on the comp at work and went to get a Diet Coke
9:00 - sat down, drifted off
12:45 - two cigarettes
1:00 - sat down, drifted off
3:00 - two cigarettes
3:15 - sat down, drifted off
5:00 - left work
5:12 - walked in front door, called Kris
5:30 - sat down, drifted off in front of the comp
6:00 - tried to take a nap, unsuccessful
6:30 - ate two tuna fish sandwiches
7:00 to 8:00 - switched back and forth between Fox News and "Law and Order"
8:05 - started a load of dishes, folded clothes, started a load of laundry, vacuumed, cleaned the downstairs bathroom
9:00 - shower
9:30 - played with cats
10:00 - back at comp, searching for Thorogood reviews, found none, bloghopped for awhile, called the bank and checked off transactions
10:40 - worked Billboard's online crossword puzzle, 100% correct!
11:00 - here I am
You know what's really sad? Every day is the fucking same.
