My House

I did not leave the house today. That's a good thing. I stayed at home with myself, and found myself to be pretty good company. I could do that all the time. It should be my job. I just have to figure out how to get someone to pay me for it. Actually, today was a pretty weird day; it went from being swelteringly hot to raining (actually sprinkling, but that's serious business in SoCal in July) in the span of about an hour. I managed to steer away from bad daytime TV, although I can't recall anything I watched today. I did a little work. I did a little writing. I played a little pool (by myself) and made a little food (mashed potatoes, skin on). I don't feel like I accomplished anything, but in a way I did. I know there are a lot of people who could not sit at home alone and entertain themselves for an entire day. I didn't put shoes on all day. I talked to two people today. And I feel fine.

About an hour ago, something attacked something else outside my bedroom window. It sounded like something tried to eat a crow. Raccoon? Rat? Whatever it was, I think it lives in the tree outside my window, but it only hangs out at night there. It can't be a dog. It's too quiet for that. One night I heard it rustling around and thought it might be some crazy person getting ready to attack me in my house. I would go outside and look to see what it is, but the sprinklers came on and I can't see anything anyway. I'll look in the morning. Maybe I'll find a crow carcass or something. Weird.

After mashed potatoes, I felt a little sick to my stomach. I feel a little sick now. Maybe I put in too much garlic. Maybe I gave myself botulism. Maybe I'm a hypochondriac.

So my most recent goal stems from today's activities: I aspire to do something where I don't have to leave the house if I don't want to, where I can stay in my pajamas all day, try weird things like cooking, look for dead animals in the bushes, and not feel guilty about it. I aspire to let my house be everything I need.