Break me

XXVIII

this morning i woke up to four texts. which is fine because i like messages, but it irritated me because i like sleeping more.

anyways, i couldn't go back to sleep, so i watched documentaries about conjoined twins.

it was fascinating.

doesn't that sound fascinating?

i thought it was.

can you imagine sharing a body or a brain with someone else?

No. you couldn't.

i doubt it's possible to imagine anything when you're dead.

but i can't imagine what it would be like either and i'm not dead so does that mean i don't have an imagination?

 after dad left for work, i tried to read some, but i can't focus on it.

my book, i mean.

it's a good book, but it isn't the best.

it's entertaining, but it hasn't hooked me.

it hasn't intrigued me and gotten me to fall in love with the characters.

i tried to read it but then i got hungry.

so i put it down and wandered into the kitchen for food.

dad had a lunch date so i was on my own for food.

one quick look through the fridge told me that my food options were limited.

 i opted for ramen because i wanted something salty.

but half way through, i realized one bowl was too much and too salty.

i wish i had settled for cinnamon toast crunch with whole milk instead.

even though i hate cereal.

you know what i mean though.

 so i ended up having some cinnamon crunchers anyways even though i wasn't feeling hungry.

then i just felt bloated.

which was my fault.

Grayson