My energy level is crap, absolute, total crap. Some days it’s almost impossible for me to drag myself out of bed, and others, while I may be able to scrape myself together and do the things, I end up starting projects that I can’t finish. I’ll wash laundry and leave it in the basket, stare at it for days, and pick through the pile when I need something out of it. The only “chores” that I really seem to get through without fail are those that pertain to my critters.
When the rats need their cage cleaned, I make it happen. When the gliders or snakes need their cages cleaned, I make that happen too. Just because I am hurt, depressed, sick, and all over in a bad way does not mean that they should have to suffer for it. I’m so thankful to them for that, giving me a reason to get up, get my shit together and do something other than wallow in my own crappy mindset or stare at the wall when I’m not immersing myself in books or reading.
But today was different.
I woke up sooner than I’d planned and got to work fleshing out the rest of the plot for my Wattpad project Who Wants to Live Forever? which I unfortunately didn’t get to post the other day as planned because posting on Wattpad is a lot harder than I remember it being in 2011 when I was still writing under a penname and posting silly stories.
(Which if I can find the flash drive that I stored them on, I completely plan to repost under my own name!)
I went to the grocery store with my Grandma, and I wasn’t feeling great but, I was pushing through it. When we got home though, I don’t know what it was but, I got my shit T O G E T H E R. We got home, and I started making Ghirardelli caramel turtle brownies. Once those were in the oven, I got to work trying to make fried chicken for the first time in my whole life, from scratch. And I do mean from scratch, breaking down the chicken breasts, cleaning them up, cutting them into pieces, making an egg wash, putting together a flour and breadcrumb mixture with spices. The whole nine yards. It turned out beautifully, and my little brother hasn’t stopped praising me since. I also roasted some brussels sprouts and squash with onions and a bag of Arby’s curly fries.
I thought that’s where I was going to stop because my leg was absolutely screaming by that point but, I was wrong. I cleaned the rat cage and figured out a cool hack for one of their shelves that involves a pillowcase, spent time with them, and tomorrow will be the sugar gliders’ turn when I clean their cage.
Now? It’s almost 3am, and I think I’m going to take my medication, crawl into bed, and read a little bit before I fall asleep.
Goodnight.
-Sky
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