Lately I've been doing yoga in the morning and at night. Of course, morning for me is about 11am, but that's what happens when you work nights. I don't really buy into the meditative elements behind yoga, but I enjoy the peace and quiet that comes from having my feet twisted behind my head.
This morning, I was midway through a shoulder-stand when I heard some commotion from outside my bedroom door. Then I heard the shower run for not more than 5 minutes, followed by a shout about my roommate evidently having to work today. I came down from my shoulder-stand and asked what the hell he was yapping about. He was 25 minutes late by the time he left the apartment.
I wonder what he uses that Moleskine notebook for if not to write down class assignments and a work schedule. Maybe "go to sleep" and "wake up" are in there along with a tentative grocery list of "orange juice, potato chips, and toilet paper." And he gets after me for writing down "everything" like "The Oscars" and "Kite Festival - Roy in town" as if they were pointless things that didn't demand attention. He had previously made some snide remark at me for having a planner after having graduated college.
"What do you have to even write in there?"
"I don't know. My work schedule, maybe."
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