So far today I’ve slept until noon, ate cereal with strawberries & bananas, made coffee, drank the coffee, put all of my facebook photos into albums that make sense, went on twitter, went on tumblr, made my bed, made my brother’s bed, bitched about not knowing where my wallet is, bitched about my piece of shit phone not taking any charge unless I contort the chord some funky way, grabbed my sketch book & oil pastels & put them out like I was going to do something with them, looked through all of my Dad’s pictures on his camera, played 20 questions twice, looked out the window & thought that the breeze was nice, & got on tumblr to write this. 

What is my life?