It is 10:50pm. I’m sitting on a yoga ball and listening to the Kooks on Pandora in my apartment (for some reason I’ve recently felt compelled to share my listening menu with you- not sure why, but hey, why the hell not?). I just woke up from a nap. It’s safe to say that was a bad decision, to begin a nap at 8:30pm, because now I’ll be awake all night. Damn it. Especially when you consider that my day of being conscious started at 1pm. I didn’t work or have any Leave scheduled for today, so other than a routine waddle around the back yard and a pathetic attempt at exercise in the gym, I was locked in all day.
My gym time has been staggered and halfhearted recently, to put it generously. I’ve mostly just been walking on the treadmill at a geriatric pace, leaning my entire upper body weight against the safety bars, and watching Breaking Bad on Netflix on my iPhone. That show is mighty good. However, it’s a little masochistic that I watch it because it hits a little close to home for me and sometimes it gives me bad dreams. I have few vices while I’m on house arrest, and it might be true that watching Locked Up Abroad and Breaking Bad are among them.
I watched a lot of TV today, at least by my standards. I probably watch TV an average of once a week (usually, that would include Netflix on my phone). Today it was game on for the boob tube. I kicked it off with War Horse on demand, and spiraled downward into daytime TV after that.
Today has been a blur. Some days on house arrest are like this. I find myself trying to break the monotony. Just to switch it up, I took my coffee with a little sugar (I usually take it black), I played some music from the twenties, I shaved my head bald, and I watched CNN.
Okay, not all of that is true. I never watch CNN.
182 days to go.