Yesterday (I'm writing this at two in the morning so it counts) I actually totally lost track of time and didn't have anything written. I keep losing track of time a lot lately. I have good excuses though. It's something that's been proven true time and time again though that I really have really bad time management skills.
I have a whole lot I want to get done, and some things that I have to get done that just aren't getting done. It kinda sucks but I suppose if it was that much of an issue to me I'd probably try and organise my time better. I really am just that bad at it I guess. Things get put off and in some cases not done for a long time. Actually one of the reasons I have a poor diet is time management. I never start working on food early enough and as a result I tend to just have something quick like some kind of microwavable meal or sandwich. It's not bad once in a while but it's terrible to do it every meal.
My cat eats pretty well though. Seeing how she drapes herself over my shoulders and across my chest I suppose she sleeps pretty well too. Lucky little bugger. At least I actually don't have to prepare her food for her. I just open a packet and put it in the bowl. Sometimes she gets annoyed and doesn't eat in protest because she actually gets sick of eating the same food all the time. I can relate because the same happens to me (Celestia knows how I can keep eating sandwiches and not get sick of them) but it's not like there's much choice when it comes to cat food really. So she's kinda out of luck.
Speaking of luck, as this thing does seem to be one long segue, I suppose I kinda got lucky that I had several small things to talk about and went on a small mental journey. Now if I could be lucky enough to land a nice job I'm interested in, and get my writing done, which are surprisingly similar goals, then I would be a happy man.
That isn't to say that I'm not happy, for I am reasonably happy right now. It's pretty awesome.