I’m dragging the morning a bit, staying long in bed, it’s Saturday, I got home so late last night and crushed, still wearing the MP3 earphone over my head, I crawled into bed and slept in my cloths, too tired to care, I took them off only when the light crept through the window and filled the room with unbearable heat. My mom calls to see that I made it OK, then my sister, to ask if I want to meet her and go to the Asian place in the market for lunch. I tell her that I would love to, but I have to clean my apartment first, I haven’t canceled any opportunity to do something fun and not clean in a while now, and that’s the exact state of my apartment.
It smells like garbage and sweat, fallen hair and dust everywhere, I haven’t been here that much lately, I came here to worry about my most primal physical needs, I slept here and I fucked here, the fridge’s half full of untouched food which I bought last weekend and didn’t eat, the sink’s full of coffee mugs, tea cups and shot glasses, in the past week I only drunk here, I didn’t even had one meal in this place, it’s starting to feel like a room in a dodgy motel rather then a place to live. And so, I start of by taking the trash out to the stairway and I wash the dishes I bought in the flee market yesterday, a set of 6 plates with chipped golden rims and odd printing of different fishes and a set of 4 tea cups in shiny solid glass. I didn’t do any shopping for a long time, not wanting to spend any money, but more then that sticking to my old lifestyle and my old things, replacing something, even a pair of underwear or a light bulb or furniture only when I really needed to, but this weekend I did shop - I bought cloths and dishes and a couple of old books, all cheep most not new, I’m happy with them, I feel they match my lifestyle now better.