Today was another ordinary day of working hard in front of the computer and cleaning out the closets upstairs. I cross-trained the temporary brat and three of us went to the downstairs cafeteria to buy lunch. I forgot my cash inside my black bag and ended up charging my credit card for a protein drink made out of soy milk and fruits and a dark chocolate made out of organic ingredients.
I was after the liqueur effects from this chocolate bar, which I ate all by myself later on after drinking my protein drink. I really should be more sharing because the brat reached out in a joking manner to grab a piece of my US3.50 treat. Then ‘Darkman Laundry’, one of the collectors, came by to inquire on one of his customers and I jokingly told him that my underling was being rude.
My lunch was limited to these two foods because I did not want to suffer another painful bout of flare ups when comes the time for my bowel movements. I saw some prepared salads inside clear plastic bowls shaped like a UFO but decided not to get this for lunch because of the possible effects from ‘roughage’. The protein drink was smooth and sweet and I could live on liquid diet for the rest of my life.
My work continued to be painful as I sat down and got up very frequently. I found myself typing on the keyboard and navigating with the mouse in an awkward position. Around three o’clock in the afternoon, I felt hardly felt any pain in the ring of fire below. This was after stretching my back by reclining on my work chair as far back as approximately forty-five degrees. The brat showed me the lever to the left of the chair that allows one to recline backwards.
After another fine day of catching up with my work, there was the business of cleaning out the stuffed animals from this large hefty sized plastic bag and one large plastic container. I brought out some stuffed animals and displayed on both the armoire and the dresser located in the guest room. I thought about the dust building up eventually on the stuffed animal toys and decided to return them to storage.
The old toys from our childhood went back inside the same large, clear plastic container. The other stuffed toys were bagged up for Brat to be picked up later near the area where he normally picks up his mail. These were either recently purchased by him during shopping sprees with Twit to show his feigned interest in these mindless Sanrio Surprises or past gifts given to him by other enamored females.
The cleaning out of stuffed animal toys from my bedroom closet was completed around midnight. I tidied up some more items and laid upstairs in the guest bedroom to meditate by staring above into the white acoustic bumps of the ceiling to form pictures from my mind. I didn’t see anything but heard my complimentary noise to my right side near the window.
I continued to stare at the ceiling when a temporary brightness from my dilating pupils signaled me to head off to bed around 01:08PM. After about an hour, I mysteriously heard the vacuum cleaner making noise downstairs. But I drifted off to sleep because there is more work of cleaning out stuff.
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