I did it all. Accomplished. Almost everything. I did good, I lead myself to think, as I tangle my hurting budy into the cool, soft and oh so accommodating sheets. I wrote two posts today, the music one that I wanted to write yesterday but didn’t make it into my priorities, and the one answering Galen’s suspiciously interesting engagement challenge questions. And now this. Why?
Writing a diary is about just that consistency. The mundane, seemingly boring stuff. It’s not like a blog, not well thought out, but more like a vomit of memories from today. And yesterday, maybe. Write it down, process, get on with life. And there are pearls hidden in there, I swear. Sometimes, while writing down the most boring stuff, epiphanies occur. And suddenly the world is a different one.
I did go to the market today. I bought my veggies. And my “papas con berro”. I dropped of my stunning fiancé at her place, but she insisted coming with me to leave the car at friends of mine. Ellie was quite intrigues by the story of “Kröte”, a turtle mistaken for a tortoise. Yeah. Google that!
Kröte was rescued, but withering away as she refused to eat the lettuce and other delights offered to her in her Terrarium. Turned out she’s a carnivore sea-dweller. Not the best, thought, she lost some toes fighting rats. But quite happy where she is now – and she does love her banana.
So far for today. Time to got to bed. Sleep well!
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