Haircut, Acceptable Bulge

Egg poured out over the bottom of my backpack.

I had a realization that where I am, in time, is the most special and important facet of my life. If I’m not in a place that is comforting or reassuring, my family is likely not in a place that is comforting and reassuring.

Woke up late last night and checked the score of a football game. Spent the next two hours trying to fall asleep. Wish I worked with paper more. Paper feels alien to me.

Cut my hair with a hair trimmer on the wooden steps in our backyard, next to our room.

Water was trapped in a tiny pocket between my wedding ring and my finger, causing a patch of my finger to swell-up and turn red.

No longer eat farmed beef or chicken or pork. Eel gave me terrible gas.

Went through the past few weeks of mail. Downloaded some things onto my phone.

Have had a sore throat, and have not taken medicine. The weather has been colder.

Spend less time looking out of the window upstairs. Wish I played more records. I’m sorry.

I don’t know that there is much I care about outside of my home anymore. I made a hole larger in the wall behind the television, so I could attach a wall plate to the coaxial cable protruding from the wall, and fit that cable back into the wall. I used a hammer and a flat-head screwdriver to chisel at the perameter of the hole, and slowly it got larger. I felt like I had to radically alter the size of the hole for the end of the coaxial cable to fit back into the wall. There is still a slight bulge.