It's 5:00am, almost. Let's see how long it takes me to write this post about yesterday. I spent the day mostly cooking. Started a batch of chicken thighs in the crockpot by 10:00am complete with chopped onions, garlic, tomatoes, black beans, pinto beans, Miller Lite, and a sweet white wine. Looked up entertaining internet stories/pictures while watching the cancelled detective TV show Terriers until 2:00pm. Chicken was done by then so I shredded it (fucking hot) and put it back in the crockpot with some hot sauce of my own making. I can't remember what nor how much of what I put into it, but by 5:00pm that shit was delicious.
After dinner/lunch/breakfast I had a cigarette for dessert, my first of the day. Fucking dizzy stars man. Decided to watch Celebrity Rehab with Dr Drew so I could relate to people. Two episodes later I decided to watch porn and masturbate, then got into bed to continue watching the series. By 9:30pm it was clear that I wasn't going to sleep without chemical reflection. Got up, poured myself a rum and coke, watched some philosophical gaming lectures, and began to think.
At 11:00pm I was sufficiently warmed up to play some strategy games. Two drinks down I fired up StarCraft 2 and began to play. It's now 5:14am. I lost one game. Six hours. I'm not tired. I'm hyped, mentally. I don't know how I end up accomplishing so much by practicing so many dysfunctions.
Just thought I'd let you know.
