Movement

I woke up this morning at six AM. It is what I do. My alarm is set for then. I woke up, but I did not get up.

I did not get up until 7:45. That gave me less than fifteen minutes to shower, shove some coffee and breakfast into my gut, dress and rush out the door. I don't know why I did it.

Other than the hour and forty five minutes were compose of some part of my brain telling me that I do not want to move. That I do not want to do anything. That nothing good can come out of leaving bed.

Not exactly true. It wasn't the great, but there was nothing bad about it. Just another day. I got my work done and then went home. Well, I had to stop at the Board of Education. Every so often they want to see my driver's license. I don't know why. I don't care, either.

Then I went home and played Pictlogica Final Fantasy. Until seven. I had no idea that much time had passed. But I was listening to podcasts and just solving little puzzles. Then I walked, ate dinner, bought some things that needed to be bought and came home. Then I realized I have a translation due tomorrow and checked it. I hate that part. I hate confronting my own writing. And yet I want to write.

Anyway.

And here I am now. Maybe I'll play some Final Fantasy 12 before bed. That'd be some progress.

Tomorrow is Ixalan's pre-release. Well, at midnight. I'm too old for this shit, but also dammit, I want to have some fun. I don't know if I will. The set looks like a pile of shit. But maybe it will at least be enjoyable in Limited even if I have no hope for the upcoming Standard season.