I wake up anywhere from 11am – 1pm most days, I only leave the house to saunter up to cafe for my ritualistic 2 shot soy latte, hot or iced depending on the day. I come back to my apartment, where I seem to spend most my day on the couch or sat atop my bed as I am right now, with my laptop propped up on the nightstand as a makeshift desk. Lady love curls up next to me and my boy takes his station in the hallway leading to the bedroom, as if to protect the ladies within. I sit here in underoos, a big ‘fuck you’ to whomever I choose because I’m still getting things done without pants. I set aside a vast majority of my week for homework, and perusing the job market for anything that I would even remotely qualify for. I don’t eat until about 3 or 4 maybe later. Too lazy to eat? Does that happen? I haphazardly download discovery channel shows. Whale wars, my newest addiction… and various bands that I’ve become intrigued with. Barcelona, ironically enough, from Seattle: video of the Okinawa aquarium, the 2nd largest tank aquarium in the world (1st is in ATL, which is considerably easier to get to). Goosebumps, but its not that cold. Sunny outside. I just want to go lay in the park, but I’m committed elsewhere. Evening rolls around and I find my self not far off location-wise from where I started my day. Images of the deep sea lull me to sleep as I lay in the darkness wondering what tomorrow will bring, a brain that never turns off drifts into a surreal land of metaphorical thoughts and fears. And as the morning creeps up through the windows we rinse and repeat.