Wednesday 20th
6:32am
'I'll so do it today! I know I will.' I whispered to myself fiercely before snoozing the alarm, turning in my bed and rolling right back to sleep.
Thursday 28th
10.00 am
I'm awake. All I have to do is get out of bed, take breakfast and off I go. Today is going to be the most productive day of my life.
Friday 29th.
9.00 pm
Okay. This week and last week haven't been particularly productive. Therefore I shall make a plan to conquer next week. The weekend is already here and it is useless time to work.
I have to enjoy myself! It's been a long week ...of doing nothing ,but still, quite the week.
I keep on justifying reasons of exactly why I stay in bed for hours on end. Voila! Me! A master procrastinator. It's unsightly. I'll finish this later.
Monday 2nd
4.00pm.
I finally roll out of bed after arguing with my conscious for a little while. Having completely exhausted memes to look at and a philosophical argument on twitter under Jordan Peterson's feed getting too obfuscated, I really ,really had to go to the loo.
I slid down the bed and almost landed on the floor. My unwilling legs unstable as I tottered to the washroom. The sense of relief felt like the second coming of Jesus ( largely depending on whether you were going to heaven or hell. ) I figured my destination was straight to heaven although sloth, sloth was what might earn me a straight ticket to hell.
Washing my hands, I looked up at the slightly cracked mirror an action rarely done as I disliked what I saw.
My eyes were... normal,brown,like most people on the planet. My hair in dissary although it always was unless I braided it. 4c hair was like steel wire and mine was the ruler of them all. My chocolate complexion riddled with acne. In a word, I was unkempt.
Sighing deeply, I moved away from the mirror and stuck my tongue out, effectively dismissing my ugly thoughts as I headed to the kitchen. I was up, might as well get something in me.
Banana and peanut butter sandwich. Downed with water. Basic breakfast for basic metabolism.
Besides, it was healthy , recommended pre- workout snack.
Working out... It's been a while. So has laughing until my ribs ache, meeting with friends (at least I text) and just doing what I love. I'm not sure what I love though any more. I could tell you what I did like then, sometime. Not everything is bland per say, of course not, ( this is largely because I am grateful, they say being grateful brings colour to life...I'm still waiting) but it sure looks like it when getting out if bed is a problem.
I have grand ideas and dreams. I want to be famous, not for being famous but just so I can do amazing things. It seems that the world pushes fortune on those who are famous? Money, clothes and all round experiences. But in all this, I don't even have an ideal definition of success. It's just what I see on Instagram.
This is enough thinking for a day. I take a shower belting out some Daft Punk - Pentatonix version because its a great, cheery song. At the very least, most of the basic hygiene rituals still stand. Most of it because brushing teeth is a might difficult when you aren't going anywhere or meeting anyone.
Once done, I do the same routine I have before ,don some pyjamas, dramatically throw myself in bed, surf the internet and by 8.00 pm. I've hit the sack. Before I clock out, my motto rears its head :
I'll do it tomorrow.
