Friday

Almost 7am. An electrician is coming over with Josh around 9am to replace the ancient fuse box in my closet. The power will be off for an hour or so. Yesterday, I broke the shower filter, so off to Home Depot this morning I plan to go. At some point early this morning, I woke up, and still have asleep yelled in my confusion (still under the influence of some antagonizing dream) "fuck you Kilo, you're always "
Naturally, when I woke for real I was in a shit mood, hateful + resentful + dislocated.






The last thing I should do when I feel like this is to look in the mirror, the hideous reflection is all the evidence I need to direct it back at myself.
I journaled over coffee, listening to a playlist genius'd on a Silversun Pickups' song.
I watch my computer in a repair routine now. I hardly got online yesterday, and today I am going to go out for a bit, prowl around, ghost about and feel sorry for myself...
It is boring, now.
'Repairing disk errors. This might take over an hour to complete.'
Nice.
Fuck...
Now what?