It is 11:20 and I just woke up.
I wasn't even up that late.
I take the dog for a walk.
Boil some water
slice a lemon.
I go to the gym have breakfast read three chapters of Hemingway walk in walk out of Lush without buying anything head home sit at my computer and scroll through Facebook for an hour.
It is 3:58pm.
I take the dog for another walk.
I decide to shower, it'll make me feel better and maybe I'll go out and get a cup of coffee maybe that will help me write maybe that will inspire me.
Start a load of laundry.
Feed the dog.
I get comfortable in front of laptop.
I get up again and get bottle of water. I'm way behind. Need to drink another 64 ounces.
Why did I sleep so late?
Look up favorite website on short fiction. Hope it inspires. Wonder if I should go to that coffee shop.
Too much traffic.
Too much time wasted getting there getting comfortable figuring out the wifi password ordering a latte finding the right music settling on something to write about.
No. I'll stay
Check text sent from friend. Wonder if I'll go see friend at work and get a glass of wine later tonight?
That would be nice.
I'd have to do hair and makeup.
Open three different working documents.
Nothing feels interesting enough to work on.
It is 5:25pm.