REPORT ON A BORING DAY.

I woke up in the same city, in the same house, in the same bed. It has been quite a while since I stopped working out but that is not news. None of this is—news. I just come here to spew whatever is in my mind out of habit.

Anyway, I woke up, went to the bathroom did my business both number one and two. Considering we are one—I am not reserving my thoughts, Should I? Maybe I should. Anyway, I washed my face. I forgot to brush my teeth. I looked at the clock—It was four in the morning. I figured it was better to have coffee—for no specific reason, as I was already awake. I had nothing productive to do. So I did. I made the coffee and drank it. I love the smell of coffee.

I went to the TV and put on my headphones—there are call-of-duty players in other parts of the globe who are not working or going to school—and put on the game. Before I realized how long I played, the time was four in the afternoon. It’s funny how time flies when you are unproductive. You know how I feel enormously hungry when I play video games, so I went to the kitchen and made myself a peanut butter jelly sandwich and devoured it before leaving the kitchen counter.

What else did I do? yes—so, to keep the trend of killing time for the rest of the day—well, what was left of it—I started browsing for a proper movie to watch. I found a movie that seemed like it was capable of giving me some positive uplifting moral to change my life, but then, I can’t remember what it was about now. I think it was about an old grumpy man about to die and died anyway.

The amazing thing I came to talk to you about is this; If I consider this day a boring day. What would that dude from the farm say about his life? Think about it. I would consider his diary would read like this:

“Dear diary, I woke up in the same city, on the same farm, in the same three yesterday. What a boring life I have. I had to wake up early to milk the cows—as I always do. As if milking the cows that early on a weekend, was not enough one of the sheep ended up dead because of some illness, I hope it was not contagious—but there is no way to know for sure now. Yes, then I had to dig the ground and bury it of course.

What else? I have been delivering milk to people at their homes. Most of them are very nice, some are old and grumpy. I feel sorry for the old and grumpy and I feel happy and thankful I have very nice people to deliver the milk to. And now I am sitting and chilling on this three. I plan to stay here until dinner time and watch the sun go down as the stars start to shine. Same old boring day.”

Can you see the irony of life? I would love to move to the farm, and the other person wants to move to the city. I leave you with one thought—my dear diary—if I am going to spend the next day the same as today, I will take you and move to a new apartment because I need a fresh start. I can’t keep on living like a cattle. Eating, playing games, shiting, and sleeping.