Live on Broadway!

The time is 04:07 in the morning and I am writing to you from my apartment on Broadway. I really wish I had a better living space, and if I did I would write to you from it more often. This act is of out of necessity. I woke up at 03:47 today. I didn’t set my 3am alarm last night. I thought I might wake up at my usual time anyway, but I did not. Since it’s too late for mbsb [not worth carrying the weight for such a short session] but I am awake and I do want to get work done, I decided to just pull my computer out and get a small amount of work done, that way I am still consistently posting to my blog all week. My goal of not drinking any caffeine is also on track. That’s pretty much a wrap for me and caffeine, I honestly believe that. The quality of my mental health has improved so vastly this week while I have been decaffeinated, I can’t realistically see me switching back.

The time is now 04:20. The whole day is in front of me! I shall be giving my time to someone else today, in exchange for a fair wage. Fair considering my circumstances, that is.

Wow I hear my roommates in the kitchen! I was not expecting that this morning. It doesn’t really effect my bottom line though. Sometimes someone wakes up to cook, and sometimes there is no one. It’s hard for me to tell what is going to happen any given day of the week.

One thing is for certain: I need a new computer. It’s kind of a blessing that I woke up too late for mbsb this morning because carrying this laptop around is killing my back. Killing it. My shoulder is so fucked, which is just one of the reasons I am trying to expedite the acquisition of a higher income. Right now I am searching for someone to work on The Community with me, because I think it will improve my chances of success.

Holy shit whoever is in the kitchen is frying something. The other day oml I thought they were killing a chicken in there. Some sort of animal was making a weird ass sound for a long time. The long time part had me wondering what was going on, because killing a chicken happens quick. Have you ever done it? I have not, but I’ve met a lot of people who have over in Asia and stuff. I don’t recall that I have ever even seen anyone kill a chicken irl. Hmm. Not that I am craving that experience or anything, but sitting here I am kind of surprised I missed on out that during my trip. In Asia if you get invited over for dinner, you’re might going to have to kill something. I only know about the chicken.

My back hella hurts from sitting on this bed. The time is 04:34 and I am going to get gone and get to work. PeAcE for now.

Spark Twain

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