These short days are starting to get really long. I mean, I like a quiet night in just as much as the next guy, but I’m getting really bored with myself. By the time I’ve woken up from my after-school nap, the sun is gone. A guy can’t live like this for much longer.
I started reading again recently. I got so into it that I started two books. I’ll read a chapter in one and then read a chapter in the other. I haven’t finished either. I’m getting close to finishing one and nearly close to finishing the other. They’re different lengths so it’s hard to judge. One’s digital and the other is a hardcover, only confusing the matter further.
During my free time, I’ve thought about leaving my apartment. I went to the grocery store the other day and then again tonight. On my way out, I’ve been taking my recycling and compost out. I feel a bit guilty about riding the elevator just the one floor down from the lobby to the garage.
Oh! I’ve started typing up my Collection of Recollections. I mean, I’ve started typing it up on the computer. I think I’ve typed nearly 7000 words. I’m not even close to being nearly close to being finished. I wrote it on a typewriter so it’s hard to judge how much longer it’s going to take me to finish typing it up on the computer.
I paid my hydro bill the day it came in the mail last week. I’ve never done that before.
Really, that’s about as motivated as I’ve been lately. I’ve got enough to do to keep me busy but I’m not experiencing anything new. Somehow, the world has just started passing me by, the days melding into one another, strung together by the nights. Nothing good, nothing bad, just a series of events, rather unfortunately.