The Idyllic Opening

I found myself fully booked by friends for one week, but some of them was an illusion. They set up the schedule for me which is fine, because if I were to make one for myself it would be time alone, alone, alone with myself which I gotten used to when I was here; I let others give me a benefit of their time, I'm pretty grateful for that. For one week it was pretty much an equal distribution of "me" time and "friend" time.

I did have a lot of opening in between to do the blog thingie but then I have a small problem. I was suppose to explain my details of my adult attention deficit disorder, but who am I kidding? This is a first world disease, why should I go around claiming it when I'm just a goose with no sense of self-discipline (I fidget around a lot, did I tell you that?) This is Chapter 5 in the list for those who would like to create a valid-sounding excuse. By the time you're finished reading this book you have become a person with no more friends... This is how I summed up my last week expressed in an exaggerated fashion -- had a run in with a flying miso soup bowl, my attempt to cut down sweets failed (the miso incident has something to do with it), dug out some dirty laundry, washed more stuff that's close to becoming crap if I don't take care of it right away, broken sleeping pattern which allowed me a certain amount of exhaustion (hence laziness), devoted some time to that thing called 'job' and [insert your excuse for me here]. It was really progressive for my growth.

I will hopefully give some time blabbering about some of my past aggressive activities. If it bores you to death, I will backdate them for my own unpleasant recollection. Have a nice day.