Well, I was going to write a post.
I think I sat in front of the computer about 1.5 hrs ago.
I didn’t write anything and I don’t even remember what I was going to write about.
1.5 hrs have gone by.
I lost that time.
Losing time is an expression I coined when I was in graduate school. I have no idea if someone else has been using it all along or if it is entirely mine.
In any case, that is what I call it.
It happens. I don’t know how often because… I lose time.
All I know is lists get made but at the end of the day most items are still un-checked.
I keep losing time.
The neighbours are back at it. A fresh new round of insults, mocking and threats to send my cats to the pound. Mentions of lawyers.
Isn’t it nice to be called* a bitch when you are getting ready to go to bed? It certainly does wonders for your sleeping patterns.
My poor mental health.
* Screamed at, from the house next door, rather. And then they complain I am at the window, spying on them. Wouldn’t you go to the window to see what’s the screaming all about? Such incongruity.