reverendbenzo

My day was spent doing normal and possible even mundane activities yet I can't shake the feeling of mild accomplishment. I woke up fresh and haze free around 9:30 ( a full half hour before my alarm was set). I cleaned cleaned and cleaned my house from top to bottom. I am embarrassed to mentioned how many bages of trash that was carried out. Of course most of it was old magazines and print outs that I finally got around to throwing away. I did laundry which included a horribly chocolate stained pair of jeans and a ripped pair of boxers. My house now smells of bleach, lysol, Mr. Clean and potpourri. Later I made some cheesy chicken and brocolli tortillini. I am the only meateater I know that chows down on brocolli. I have some leftover if anyone wants to come over for dinner. I didn't get any pages done but I did write a really thought out outline on this thing I'm doing calling Constantly Feeding. I was just winging it but the story was coming out disjointed and without much form. I think this will help. I've developed the charcters much more without getting into cliches. It's set in the mid 80's so I have to wrck my brain remembering what life was like in rural Ga. back then. I've killed many brain cells since then. Speaking of that, I believe I'll cap off my "busy" day with a few brews. Of course it's not 2 o'clock so maybe I'll just go to sleep.