I usually start my day with a bottle of water while still sitting in bed, but today I forgot. Then I wandered around the kitchen, confused as to what to do next in order to make tea. Every small thing seemed to require extra brain power. Or rather, every routine required some thought.
I’m not sure if it’s NaNoWriMo’ing and working, or my period on top of that, or just a general Monday(though it feels like Wed/Thu bc I worked the weekend an will be off in Wednesday).
But now I can’t even remember what I was going to write in this post…
I guess I just wanted to exorcise this feeling. Writing about it (whatever it is) usually cures all ails. I guess we’ll see if that works with this.
Oh yeah! The photo reminded me of the small twinge of disappointment I felt when I realised there wasn’t a last sip of tea left in my cup. I was probably going to post something very deep and lame about it. Maybe a poem.
Let’s try it…
Last sip of morning tea has disappeared from my mind
Like I forgot
how to make tea
in which order to act to feed the cat
where I keep my journal (in the middle of the table, in plain sight)
what I thought this poem was about
Yeah. It needs some work. Or rather, a matchstick… I may need to write it again on paper in order to burn it.
See. This is a perfect example of this morning. I’ve now wasted 15 mins writing a blog post even I don’t want to read again…