Whenever I get nostalgic, I see if there's anything good in the category. My first ever story was a Digimon fanfic. Not too long ago, I managed to find it hidden in some dark corner of the internet: Angelfire. Remember that? It's old school. You actually had to know html to even post stuff. Thank god for blogs these days. Anytime I look at my first story, it's like reliving a childhood trauma, so it's best buried in whatever dark pit it spawned in.
I wasn't looking forward to today. That's probably why it was so hard to sleep. My brother-in-law wanted me and my other brother to scrub the tub in the upstairs bathroom. Every time he knocks on my door and asks "Can you do me a favor?" I die inside. He's called in so many favors, the next time he asks, I'm gonna cash in and say, "Don't ask me for another one." You can't keep calling for favors without giving something in return, and I haven't asked him for a damn thing since we moved here.
No matter how much I hate it, I usually fall in line. No use getting mad. When I wake up, I don't feel like doing anything. After I go through my morning routine, I become more agreeable. I just wanted to finish this as soon as possible.
The tub keeps getting dirty since the drain gets clogged. It takes forever for the water to drain, which allows gunk to settle into the tub. If the drain worked properly, the tub wouldn't be dirty at all. Unfortunately, one of my brothers has no concept of "cleaning up after himself," and he leaves a filthy pool of grime whenever he finishes. If he actually took all of ten seconds to spray that nasty crap with hot water, I wouldn't have to be scrubbing the tub today.
I won't bore you with the details. It was a tedious, irritating, and sweaty task that ate up my entire afternoon. Even worse? We can't use the tub until Monday. The reason we scrubbed it down was so that my brother-in-law can apply a new finish. In hindsight, it wasn't that bad, and on the plus side, it looks whiter than Matthew Mcconaughey's smile.
After expending so much energy cleaning that thing, I wondered if I had enough in the tank to go run. Spoiler alert: I did. I usually tap out near the end but today, I felt like I had some reserves in the final stretch. I'm glad my stamina keeps increasing.
I proposed to my online writing friends that we create a joint fanfiction account for shenanigans last night. They agreed and I went ahead and made one. There's nothing in the pipeline for now, but I'm planning on using it as a pit. All those ideas that I never fleshed out, I'll just throw them in there to burn. The new account needed an avatar and one of my friends suggested I draw it. I haven't used my tablet in a long time so this was a good chance to polish my drawing.
I don't know how it happened, but my tablet pen was sticky all over. It's like the exterior rubber melted away leaving nothing but an adhesive under layer. I tried to rub it off with a towel but it just made things worse. In the end, I wrapped it in plastic wrap. I used a razor blade to cut a small slit for the switch on the pen, but other than that, it works perfectly. I wish I had thought of using plastic wrap earlier. I haven't touched the tablet in almost a year just because of that stickiness.
Yes, I am fully aware of the euphemism potential with some of my wording, but I won't go there.
Nobody wants to come for my birthday.
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