do nothing particular all day except lie with my legs up the wall

being alone in my parents’ house, far from work, with nothing particular scheduled.

Oh yeah, I have things to do, but they can get done next week.

but for long stretches of it… This was one of my favorite things to do as a very young kid. I’d sit there and listen to my heartbeat and either imagine a wheel turning in time to it or a page filling up with drawings.

this goal.

this is not going to happen anytime soon.

this Saturday. Unless I start my period, in which case I’ll put it off. I just don’t envision that as being part of the experience.