I had developed this habit of getting up and out of bed at 5am and spending an hour journaling. I set my alarm each night, and I made myself put my feet on the floor and stand up when it went off.
I stopped doing that and instead started sleeping until my body woke up on its own.
The result is I end up staying in bed longer and longer each morning before I finally get up and start my day.
I think it’s time to bring that former habit back.
OK, so the shit is called “The Ides of March, but I am Black as fuck, and I am going to keep calling it the St Ides of March, and y’all will just deal with it.
I went and picked up breakfast in the Starbucks drive thru. Good morning.
I have been waking up every day listening to soca music first thing in the morning. It puts me in such a good mood for the day. How can you not be happy listening to soca music?
This is a pretty frequent ear worm right now.
Anyway, this is me today.
It’s supposed to be the beginning of a new work week, but today is President’s Day, and I don’t really feel much like working. I’m going to get stuff done anyway because that’s what I do (and if I don’t write, I don’t eat), but this day felt off from the moment I woke up. Whatever. Let’s get it.
I’ve said before that playing GTA is like playing violent Barbies for me. I have an unlimited supply of outfits to change her into.
Today, I found one of my favorite old school cars for her, and I changed her hair color so the style and color match me in real life.
My GTA character is vain just like me.
Today was uneventful. The end.