I’ve always been adaptable to a change in plans at the last minute. At least I think I have. I know I don’t mind postponing or cancelling. It ends my anxiety instantly.
I suppose I get upset at the big plans I was looking forward to, but I try to not let change like that bother me. I like the universe making plans for me.
Tonight I planned to go to sleep early and sleep maybe all day. My body has been letting me know it needs more. I was yawning all day, and that shouldn’t be happening.
At around 730, I made social contact with the landlord and started the process. After about 50 minutes, I realized I’d missed the part of my evening routine where I watch porn till I come, and sleep comes earlier. I got up and watched some but was tired so I wasn’t operating at full speed.
E1ts now 10:40 and the lights are on full. I’m looking at a video and eating snacks. I’ll try to sleep again later.
Or tomorrow.
It’s new grocery day. I always stay up late wired on sugar. That and the meth. (Grin)
