i was still sleeping when my father came into my house and left some food in the living room. not that i needed the assistance, i still had plenty of breakfast ingredients in the fridge. for lack of anything better to do, i resorted to the homeowner's perennial hobby of cleaning. i sorted out my boxes of computer disks, CD's, and cassettes. i even found some long-lost mix tapes, which probably took me hours to make but now with 21st century technology i can whip up in a matter of minutes.
in the late evening i soaked in the hot bath. there was even an intermission, as i took a break to go surf the web a bit before returning to the bathtub. i need a longer coaxial cable so i can snake a wire into the bathroom and watch tv. i'm just afraid that if i do that though, i'll never leave and will end up turning into a shriveled prune.
here's what i realized: a book about the history of CIA torture does not make a good light-hearted bedtime read. so i'm switching to that arugula book, hopefully that won't be as much of a downer.