This entire week I've felt lonely. Not that I haven't hung out with friends or anything... just that I dreaded coming home to an empty condo. I don't have a cat or even a healthy plant to welcome me home from a semi-tough day at work. I've filled the void by drinking at familiar bars and over staying my welcome at friends' houses. Last night on my way home from work, I became thirsty (a common occurence on this medication). I remembered that I had an energy drink in the console of the car. The name of the drink is called "RedLine RTX" and half of the label is a warning. I consumed the drink in its entirety and by the time I made it to my exit, I'd begun to sweat and my hands were shaking. I felt like I was on cocaine except I still had money in my wallet.
Once I got home I decided I needed to immediately jerk off and go to the gym. BearShare yielded some fresh porn so my time to release was expedited. I threw on some gym shorts, lifted weights, went home, cleaned, grocery shopped, did laundry, cleaned some more, fell asleep, woke up at 2:30am, and started a loaf of bread in my new bread maker.
The breadmaker is a device that my ex-girlfriend handed down to me. My friend Marty happened to have some premix bread maker ingredients, which he gave me yesterday. I've actually been dying to use this thing as the thought of merely pouring ingredients into a machine and having a loaf of fucking bread mysteriously materialize while I wait is like a dream come true for me. I'm still excited about the automatic dishwasher and the Crock Pot for chrissakes.
I don't have the instruction manual for the breadmaker, so I had to determine the machine's capacity and adjust the ingredients accordingly. Fortunately I have the measuring utensils necessary for the task. Water first, then mix, then yeast. Don't let the yeast touch the water. Place breadpan back into breadmaker and set for 'regular.' I guess. We'll see what happens. I'm excited at the prospect of giving someone a loaf of bread tomorrow. Home made, from my oven. Sort of.
Anyways, I'm going to set an alarm to wake me at 7am, when the bread will be done. I actually enjoyed being home alone last night. Watched whatever I wanted, ate whatever I wanted. Didn't even have a drink. Sometimes being in my own skin doesn't require a vice.
Huh.
goochout
