Tales in the unremarkable Part 1: It’s 2:32 AM as of me writing this. Just finished playing some video games. I was suddenly very hungry, finally not nauseas, and so I made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. It’s probably the best thing I’ve eaten all week. I can’t even remember the last time I made a PB&J for myself. I may have not have even made the one I had last. Either way, it hit the spot. I typically perfer softer bread for these but having nutty, chewable slices were nice. I’d like another but that seems excessive and the peanut butter I bought is only as filling as air. I know it sounds ridiculous but it only operates on flavor. Gonna have to buy a different jar.
Tales in the unremarkable Part 2: After that initial entry I threw my pillows to the side and slept flat on my back. I woke up at 8:00 AM and immediately set an alarm for 11 and went back to sleep, this time on my stomach. Well, it really was that small arch of the pillows causing me so much discomfort. That’s all I had to do. Ha. When I eventually got up at 11:30 my sheets were covered in saliva. Whoops. But, it seems like I finally caught up on some decent sleep, that’s usually the sign. Headaches seem like they’re starting to come back in, glad that didn’t happen during class. Kind of want to eat toast with a pad of butter and leave it at that. Ready to lie back down, the zoom calls are pretty straining. Had a thought to paint the bean bag chair blue instead of leaving the light red. We’ll see.
Tales in the unremarkable Part 3: I did not paint the beanbag chair blue. I mixed more green, covered another canvas in paint, and stared at the canvas a lot. I made another PB&J sandwich, but this time I toasted the bread in the oven and that elevated it. Now I’m considering putting on my mask and gloves to get more bread. I’m also wondering if I should get cheese for a grilled cheese sandwich… Things I may do on Wednesday, my day off and when I usually grocery shop. Other things of note? I’m understanding that I very much value my peace and quiet. Maybe I’m a foolish covert hermit but being confined to my bedroom and hearing everything outside of it has become increasingly unpleasant. I picture being out in the middle of the woods or the desert. Noises that aren’t horns honking (though that has decreased significantly), loud phone calls in the building next to my window, and general hoopla. Or I can muscle up and understand things could be much less peaceful and unpleasant and I’m lucky to live where I do. Yeah, let’s go with that.