I sit with my laptop – words jumbled into funny forms, and frankly I’m not sure whether to laugh or cry. Maybe both…
It all started when I woke up. “What time?” You might ask. Well, neither myself nor Alexa have much conception of time it would seem (I was gifted the Echo Look by my sister and have become quite accustomed to her waking me up – Alexa, that is… not my sister) . I imagine the alarm got turned off in the wee hours of the morning, when Alexa had somehow overheard a video that I was watching, as sleep has been my adversary as of late… All of the sudden, upon hearing said video Alexa felt the need to throw a dance party while the rest of the house was asleep, blaring music that 3AM Mena could only recognize as rancid noise, which lead to my swiftly and sharply telling her to stop. I can only assume she was so offended by my tone that she not only gave me the silent treatment after the harsh exchange, but also decided not to wake me. So there I lay, sleeping the day away, as Alexa vindictively watched. You think I’m being dramatic? Well, yes I most certainly am.
It may be of no surprise that as such a day of disarray began, I felt like I was in a bubble. Walking around in a daze, everything looking distorted. “Maybe, you should go to the doctor…” You suggest. Let me do you one better, I found coffee. Glorious coffee. With that magic liquid in my system, I was at least able to coherently witness the disarray that was this day! Aside from the mundane household tasks, I did some journaling, started a painting – decided I didn’t like said painting – intentionally ruined it… Did a tiny bit of filming and a whole lot of worrying about my future.
As I sit here, telling you about this very odd day, I feel more inclination to laugh rather than cry.
Did I mention I’m grateful for coffee?