Took an hour's shower and walked around the kitchen with a bath towel on. I heated three pieces of chicken and poured chili sauce to eat, and found an avocado in the refrigerator that was not bad, and scooped it up and ate it.

I also poured orange juice, but I finished it before I could drink it.

Lying on the cold countertop, looking at the husks on the empty plate, I feel very happy.

The room was a mess, the floor hadn't been mopped for three weeks, my coat and shirt were twisted in the closet, and at the foot of the bed there were three tripods of different weights, tangled with my boots of different colors. There are two undismantled lamps in the living room, the kind that the professor in safety class told us to say one by one, "Electrical appliances are dangerous, lives matter" — whatever, a student at New York University was electrocuted to death ten years ago, and we've heard twelve versions of this unfortunate story.

When I wrote this, I didn't feel so happy. First, someone died. Then, it seems that I didn't eat very much, but there was no chicken anymore.

Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow...... Well, next Monday I should be able to do some cleaning.

There's a lot to say. But I don't want to say it.

I'm going to lie down in bed (.

"Cloud Mountain Several Heavy" October 12 is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

Once the content is updated, please refresh the page again to get the latest updates!