… day two

… so very alone.


I’ve been trying to keep busy…

I took it upon myself to go grocery shopping.  But then ended up treating myself to a one and a half thousand calorie breakfast (the culinary equivalent of the Exxon Valdez) instead… and then washing it all down with four shots of espresso. After that I didn’t feel like shopping anymore…. because… well… I had to amble home at pace to use the bathroom. I won’t lie to you… things got a little dark in there.

After traumatically evacuating my bowels I thought I would ease myself into usefulness by changing a light bulb… which in a round about way, led to me rearranging the contents of all the kitchen cupboards. For some reason I though this would be easy. Turns out it I’d accidentally stumbled into a major undertaking. I use the term accidentally quite loosely so as to take less ownership and personal responsibility for my poor decision making process. Also… this was basically my entire day. Except when I realized there wasn’t any food in the house and I went over to my parents and asked them to feed me.


I learned today that pouring stuff (lets say flour) from one container into another… is not my strong suit. Also flour is shit. I will spare you the imagery of that particular crime scene.

On the plus side, I found my lego instruction manual for the Lego Diner thats been languishing half completed on my desk. So tomorrow I will build lego. And maybe go shooting.


14 thoughts on “… day two

    1. So far so good! I’m not lying on the bathroom mat bleeding to death after attempting to operate on myself with a pair of nail scissors and then nicking an artery in my elbow causing blood to squirt absolutely everywhere… (something that may or…. may not have happened when I was single)

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