8. Eight is the number of times I’ve fallen flat on my ass in my own apartment.
And I haven’t even started drinking yet. Ugh.
I cleaned yesterday, because cleaning is what normal people do, and I thought I would freshen up the place before J came over, so I grabbed what I thought was “removes allergens as it cleans” air freshener? maybe? and walked around the apartment spraying up a storm.
Hours later. We realized it was furniture polish. WHY THE HELL DO I HAVE FURNITURE POLISH!?! I’m 24. All of my furniture came from Dig’n’save (‘holla Park St. Madison, WI), Mom’s basement, or saved from the garbage. What right do I have to even OWN furniture polish. i just…i don’t even know….why?…why was is there? where did it come from?…any why in the hell did I use it?! who will answer these questions?!?
Lord, where’s the wine
So now I’m bruised. on both sides. Although more on my right than the left, I am apparently a right-side-heavy faller, or something. So I’m not sure anymore if I’m sore from all the ridiculous falling, or from beginning up the yoga-regime again.
One hell of a ‘Blue Monday’ Eh? Fuck it
So now I’m going to polish off the first bottle of wine I can reach, and then begin to scrub? or polish? or wax? or something to my 450 square-foot apartment’s, hard wood floors that are apparently out to get me. and maybe do Yoga again? I quit smoking - again, - and i mean for real this time, so I’m going to yoga-ever-time-i-want-to-smoke-maybe? I don’t know
I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I cleaned the air ? with furniture polish yesterday while trying to ‘be an adult’ by attempting to clean my ridiculously tiny.apartment. bah!
