Today is Juneteenth! A day that should be used to rest, but instead, I try to knock out choirs. The first up was catching up on shows. Though this activity is simple enough, adulthood requires me to schedule any form of enjoyment. There was a new episode of Bob Burger; after weeks of hiatus, I caught up weeks later.
The episode was simple and focused on Tina, who is neurodivergent coded, helping a fellow kid, who is also neurodivergent coded, find the confidence to get out of a laundry room he and Tina found themself during a house party. I want to make a video essay on it. But after the episode, I spent too much time in bed scrolling on my phone, leading to a long early-day nap.
I woke up irritated. On a day to recognize end-of-force labor, my body would sneak a nap. I knew I had not followed my sleep schedule and continued to sleep less than 6 hours a night, and my body took it upon itself to collect what was owed.
Initial feelings faded fast when restfulness became apparent. I didn’t do everything planned, but my day felt full.

 

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