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Sunday, August 18, 2013

if you don't make decisions, the options still narrow

August 14, 2013 (水)
Q: Did you complete your to-do list for today?
A: Ha! Nope. Then again, I didn't really have one.

August 15, 2013 (木)
Q: What do you like best about your body today?
A: My boobs. I almost always like my boobs...

August 16, 2013 (金)
Q: What question (or questions) do you love to answer?
A: "When is your birthday?" Completely impersonal and easy to answer.

August 17, 2013 (土)
Q: If you had to spend five years in prison, what would you finally have the chance to do?
A: Get fit. Scrapbook. Watch TV. Read books I've always wanted to read. That would about do it, I think.

August 18, 2013 (日)
Q: What's your favorite piece of clothing?
A: I've never really thought about it.  Maybe the black capri pants that I bought a few years ago.

Random Ramble:
Jet lag is really something else. It's kind of like a mild case of narcolepsy. When I hit that wall, there is nothing that can stop me from sleeping. I feel it coming on and aim to at least shower and brush my teeth, but usually I just end up crawling into bed without doing either. And my wake up times are similarly out of control. Trying to get up to an alarm is like trying to wake the dead. I swim up through heavy layers of sleep to try to turn off my alarm - sometimes I don't quite succeed.

And now that I am home, I'm not getting very much done. Not only do I feel completely overwhelmed by moving into my parents' house (which, by the way, is a neat-freak's bad dream), but also with having so much stuff from my past to sort through. I feel completely unable to even crack open a box to see what's inside. I want to go through stuff and throw out a lot, but it's HARD. So hard. My motivation quickly drains in the face of all that personal history.

Also, being surrounded by pets after four years of having none is quite diverting. I go out into the living room to try to get motivated and do stuff, but instead I just end up petting all of the animals. I guess that is a happy trouble. Mom says that it will wear off eventually.

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