Just a regular day.
Woke up early to feed the dogs. Did some stuff around the house.
Took a bath. Had breakfast. Went town get Falcor vaccinated.
Bought some stuff. Helped an old lady cross the street;
refused any further attachment neither extensive expression of gratitude.
Walked the next 8 blocks thinking that old lady maybe was my second grade teacher;
analysed obscure memories trying to imagine the possible looks the person I remember may have after several years of ageing; tried to see if it was possible or logical for a person who was still about 30 years old several years back, were still alive;
stopped for a moment on a corner of a desolated street, inquiring myself about why did I even care.
Realized there was no reason, since I was just acting compulsively.
Distracted my mind with a random sexual fantasy.
Went pick up manuscript for a sale-buy document I'm commissioned to type.
Went back home. Typed a thread with an elusive meaning.
And now I'll have a power nap, before the serious typing.
And this is me, signing off emotion_c8
Woke up early to feed the dogs. Did some stuff around the house.
Took a bath. Had breakfast. Went town get Falcor vaccinated.
Bought some stuff. Helped an old lady cross the street;
refused any further attachment neither extensive expression of gratitude.
Walked the next 8 blocks thinking that old lady maybe was my second grade teacher;
analysed obscure memories trying to imagine the possible looks the person I remember may have after several years of ageing; tried to see if it was possible or logical for a person who was still about 30 years old several years back, were still alive;
stopped for a moment on a corner of a desolated street, inquiring myself about why did I even care.
Realized there was no reason, since I was just acting compulsively.
Distracted my mind with a random sexual fantasy.
Went pick up manuscript for a sale-buy document I'm commissioned to type.
Went back home. Typed a thread with an elusive meaning.
And now I'll have a power nap, before the serious typing.
And this is me, signing off emotion_c8
