Homecoming wish

When I close that back door, the rest of the world is outside.

I drop the groceries on the floor; hang up my keys; change into shorts. I change Oz's pad, feed him, and attempt to play with him for a few minutes. Open the kitchen windows to let air in. Start putting away the dishes. Then, the groceries, my schoolwork, my clothes. Make my bed again.

Hungry. I raid the fridge.

I combine:

-Whatever is leftover from yesterday: old seasoned chicken (mom!), wilting okras, 1/3 can of tomato puree, some eggs, frozen lemon grass

-Some gifts I bought myself: pure butter, mushrooms

I have:

Proceed to watch the last few episodes of Grey's Anatomy. Feel guilty about drinking beer when I am on the SB diet. Dump beer out. Cry(sob) because death is sad.

Shower. Talk to Steve. Do Philosophy HW, read.

Drink chrysanthemum leaves soup. Watch Glee.

Floss. Floss again with new dental toothpick thingy. Brush up. Blog. Go to bed.

I wish I can keep this routine everyday. I want routine. I am ready for routine.