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I'm thrilled to have a day to myself - nothing but time, and only 1 thing I actually need to do today (the gym). However, as of this cold last week and the pick up the remainder of my father's things yesterday, my place is a cluttered mess and there are plenty of things I could do that need doing even if they aren't on a schedule.

When did I wind up doing laundry while I still haven't hung the laundry from the last time?

I'm not sure how I feel about "blogging" anymore. I love me some affirmation, but I don't feel like I need it anymore. It's like losing your sweet tooth - the best eljay or fb experience isn't satisfying.

I feel better than people I see addicted to their music and social networking addictions. I can walk, run, and eat without my favorite songs in my ear. I can make and eat a fucking meal without posting pictures of it as if this meant something unique about me or as if there was some social thing to share. But if I think about it, I'm hardly one to look down on social addictions - I'm a huge attention whore, or if I outgrew that it's not like I'm above it. Plus, I sort of feel the draw - I'm spoiled too, and not used to sitting still without being stimulated. I start to fuss with my work-phone, check appts, read issuances...as if I'm also afraid of the sound of my own thoughts.

My day to day thoughts are boring - the price of milk - and that's probably ok.

10 already? I should have done something by now...