In the Long Run

This is what happens when someone like me plans out the day.

                  Morning: Tutor my sister
                  Lunch- Must eat... grilled cheese sounds good.
                  Afternoon: Finish reading book by 3, walk to library,
                 (exercise is extremely important these days). Diddle
                 around online a bit. Apply to some jobs. Work on some
                 poetry. Feel accomplished.
                 Evening: Walk home, fix dinner. Maybe pasta. Spend
                 some quality time with the Rental...
               
Today, I made a plan, but people such as myself are lazy. I'm not even sure if lazy is the right word, because it seems to have the connotation in which laziness is intentional. And I hardly intend to be lazy. It just sort of happens.
And so I'll wake up when my sister knocks on my door...tutor her for a bit. For breakfast (which turns out to be at noon) I'll make a bagel. After my sister leaves, I'll crawl into bed and read five pages of a book before drifting into a peaceful slumber (which will be disrupted for 45 seconds at 2:38, in time to take my medication). And I'll wake around five or so, determined to return the book to the library before tomorrow. So diddle a bit to get ready. It's already 5:30. I catch a bus a 5:46 because I'm much to tired to walk at this point, and I'll only have an hour to get what I need done. No job applications. Forget about the poetry. Focus on Facebook, emil, and my daily horoscope from two different websites. I'll probably go home and watch the telly til I'm numb as rocks, and get twitchy every time my mother mentions her job. It will be More than five times. And then eventually I'll try to sleep. But we all know it's gonna be a while.






In the long run, I'll probably get to watch Jimmy Fallon tonight.
Something I haven't done in a while.