I’m off today, it’s actually peculiar how it got so ☀ warm out. There’s really no pattern to weather now, it does its own thing. One week it might feel like an arctic blast from Canada, the next it feels like a heat wave and premature onset of spring. The patterns of my youth, as recorded by my numerous journals I’d kept were much more stricter and predictive, to a fault. I could pluck out a particular date on the calendar and tell you precisely what the weather would/should/ought be like on any given Sunday for reals.
6am : made breakfast. Here is said breakfast, not my usual. I’m mostly coffee and maybe a scone or a croissant kinda guy, followed by a cup of tea and then a second cup of joe.
6:45am : I started rewatching LOTR on Netflix, because they decided to sneak it in there. There’s really not much hardly at all to watch nowadays, and I’m kind of glad to be honest. It frees me up to being more creative, productive, and focused on life, projects, and intellectually titillating pursuits like writing of course.
6:50am : shower power. My shower routine is rather simple : wash with axe body soap, shampoo, conditioner, then I use a almond body scrub followed by an exfoliating cleanser. Just joking ! Heh heh whenever I swim over mundane details it reminds me of this scene out of American Psycho :
7am : I let stoops go pee in the alley, then feed him. New neighbor some whiteboy named Dominick in apartment 2B is taking a smoke break on the back porch, Stoops is sniffing his nether regions like a nosy dog is prone to do. Later I did a quick swifter sweep of my dojo, it was getting quite ingratiated with his loose hair throughout. I’m researching for a more effective yet economical brand of dogfood right now. I want something that’s nutritious and healthy. Hard to determine these days. I hear many crazy stories about bad dog food with a ton of useless junk in it.
7:30 – 8 am : I’ve been in a creative slump lately, though I really want to start penning out some mad poetry and a few chapters in a book I’m planning to get published someday. I needed a good workout so I hit T-25, my personal trainer ShaunT. Actually I tend to use xbox fitness evolved, a cool kinnect workout game but it ceased functioning entirely. I like T-25, you get a decent workout and the moves are more condensed and fun than his Insanity series.
8am : took stoops to my preferred park of choice nearby.
9:30am Bought some thingies on Amazon, spending a $50 gift card somebody had bequeathed me over Christmas. I mostly just bought Japanese style notebooks/journals/pen/and a poetry book called „Sea of Strangers“ by Lang Leav. I was curious because this girl is trending in the literary world so I wanted to see how she wrote and such. The cover looks rather chick flickish, but I do remember perusing some of her work at Barnes, and it seemed solid. Though I must say I didn’t actually care for her book covers that look like oldschool type books and too colorful and gimmicky. However, I do support asian artistes.
11:45 am : Lunch
12:00 pm : cup of coffee. Browsing online, wanted to get this rug for my dojo, it’s pretty expensive. Made in Nepal, hand woven, wool and bamboo silk. Alas someday.
12 – 1 : reading „Journal Sparks“ for self entertaining purposes. It’s actually a fun book, something of a mashup between writing ideas for your journal and artschool 101. These are pretty fun sometimes, gives you something to do such as doodling and practicing creativity so that it becomes less of a dormant intellectual brainfart and more hands on.
1 – 2:30pm : I crashed, took a powernap. I dreamed I was having lunch at Hooters in Tokyo when several Yakuza were holding up the place, acting all gangsta. I took them out with my moves, and team Tokyo girls were cheering me on. Yes, I was having a guy moment here, the hero of my own story, who wins the day. Then just after, a group of very mean white boy jocks who hate asian guys came in as well, and started oogling the Japanese girls with „Hey baby, me love you long time!“. I told them to take a hike and they all surrounded me intent on teaching me a very vivid lesson, one I wouldn’t soon forget. Yet instead of a bloody massacre I went into bullet time. Fast forward I had them all laid out on the ground. “Don’t let me see you punks in here again, now scram, beat it!”
I must say I looked rather cool, my kung fu is excellent.
I was being a bum throughout the day, it’s a day off after all. Played chess on chess.com, browsed a bit, trying to yank some fresh poetics out of me. You can’t rush genius, son. It takes time, I have to deconstruct and reconstruct, I have to do research, and get into genius mode.
5:20pm : sushi for dinner, I haven’t had it in quite some time.