Dear Diary,
Today it's fucking cold outside. Brain is aching. It's freezing cold in my house and I am wrought motionless in my bed for the 2nd day in a row. I knew I should have eaten a 4th or 5th piece of pizza at work today as a way of collecting calories for the bitterly cold evening time. I just did not anticipate my downstairs to be 49 degrees and my room incapable of warming to above 55 (my guess. If it were over 55 then my fingers wouldn't be cold and I wouldn't need 2 sweaters). I can hear the wind billowing about.
I believe that I will hibernate for the remainder of the wintertime. This is the first winter I have gone through with little to no exercise, and being immobile and bedridden are scary, aging thoughts to me. Whatever though, I am still fairly young and agile.
Don't you think life can be more slow-paced than what it is, and don't you think the need for high-rises and expensive highways is not as extreme as we deem it? But we are just advancing so much technologically that we have to see it in other ways too. The homes, buildings, and highways are nothing special, nothing futuristic to someone from 1940 who came to live with us today. Why do we live like savage beasts? We have cars and homes all the same.
I don't know how much more struggle I need to endure until I reach that "aha" moment. I do believe in warm weather I would have already reached it, but sometimes I feel like I am making the opposite of progress.
As long as I don't freeze to death, I'll be okay. This evening I have not done all I intended to because I am bedridden and "sick." I'm actually healthy as a horse, but I think people were sick a lot 100 years ago...sickly women who were skin and bones. Back in the day, someone would have gotten wind of this sickness that plagues me and paid me a visit, saw that I was cared for. I'm sure friends and family would be within arm's reach. Poor Amy is wilting!
She made a ton of money on Wall Street and will be out in a couple of years on good behavior. Lol I wish that were my life. Being a criminal would be so much more lucrative, doncha know!
Today it's fucking cold outside. Brain is aching. It's freezing cold in my house and I am wrought motionless in my bed for the 2nd day in a row. I knew I should have eaten a 4th or 5th piece of pizza at work today as a way of collecting calories for the bitterly cold evening time. I just did not anticipate my downstairs to be 49 degrees and my room incapable of warming to above 55 (my guess. If it were over 55 then my fingers wouldn't be cold and I wouldn't need 2 sweaters). I can hear the wind billowing about.
I believe that I will hibernate for the remainder of the wintertime. This is the first winter I have gone through with little to no exercise, and being immobile and bedridden are scary, aging thoughts to me. Whatever though, I am still fairly young and agile.
Don't you think life can be more slow-paced than what it is, and don't you think the need for high-rises and expensive highways is not as extreme as we deem it? But we are just advancing so much technologically that we have to see it in other ways too. The homes, buildings, and highways are nothing special, nothing futuristic to someone from 1940 who came to live with us today. Why do we live like savage beasts? We have cars and homes all the same.
I don't know how much more struggle I need to endure until I reach that "aha" moment. I do believe in warm weather I would have already reached it, but sometimes I feel like I am making the opposite of progress.
As long as I don't freeze to death, I'll be okay. This evening I have not done all I intended to because I am bedridden and "sick." I'm actually healthy as a horse, but I think people were sick a lot 100 years ago...sickly women who were skin and bones. Back in the day, someone would have gotten wind of this sickness that plagues me and paid me a visit, saw that I was cared for. I'm sure friends and family would be within arm's reach. Poor Amy is wilting!
She made a ton of money on Wall Street and will be out in a couple of years on good behavior. Lol I wish that were my life. Being a criminal would be so much more lucrative, doncha know!
