I'm in that half-awake state. It's laundry day and I had to wake up ridiculously early. Not that I mind a good sunrise, but the whole idea of getting out of bed shortly after getting into it really sucks. No amount of coffee is waking me. I'm on my second pot, and I've already showered and dressed. I'm on load 2 in the dryer, load three is waiting.
This morning is horrible. It seems as though the entire world saddens me. I've cried carelessly over countless things, from thinking about my Dad dying, to my dog dying, to me dying. Why do I even put myself through that kind of torture is beyond me.
I have a hot cup before me. The air conditioner is running steady as is the fan. It's very humid today and I simply cannot handle it. The nails on my left hand are longer than my right and are making a delightful clicking sound when I type.
The landlord is giving the house to his son, and the appraiser is coming on friday. I'm not looking forward to another early morning, but I gotta do what I gotta do. At least I have plenty of notice so I can keep the place decently clean until then.
I'm rambling, ridiculously enough after four cups of coffee I still could pop back into bed. Caffeine has little to no affect on me anymore.
I'll find out later if that's true.
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