The person who looks closely at things sees the scratches. My mind is fidgeted with them.
It’s nearly 7 in the morning. I don’t know why I decided to start laundry. Having a roommate who also might need the machines, and who shouldn’t have to come stir me to make room for his own means I must see it through. I can’t just walk away from it now.
My memory is not so good sometimes. I have been using Evernote for sometime now to keep a record of things. It’s both a web app,(Which I was using even before I got my lovely android.) as well as a phone app. I highly recommend it.
Concerning scratches: I noticed the tiniest of nicks on my phone just now. It must have happened when I fell asleep and dropped it behind the bed. I am slightly upset that such things bother me as much as they do. These things are part of owning, and using things. It wasn’t until recently that I mostly got over being able to deal with CDs that have scratches on them. It still bothers me a little. I don’t know why. I know that it is foolish. Though conquering such things has always been difficult for me.
Another thing I just realized is my heart beating. I can see why we associate it with love. It is life.
There are clocks everywhere in this house. Why?
