Another day starts and the eating every two to three hours continues. It's a routine now as much a part of my day as sleeping and going to the toilet. But routine is a good thing to me. It centres me and is a rock I can cling to. A port in my daily storm. I'm not a man of spontaneity. I don't like surprises because my time is so specifically calculated that it only interrupts that which I had planned.
My focus these last two days have been my impending haircut. I'm considering going for a shorter clipper length than my new move to a number 4 and 5. Is 3 all over too drastic? Will it reveal my thinning crown too much? These and other such stupid worries keep my brain full through my working day. Probably because I'm not engaged with a film or game.
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