I was resigned to the fact that I'd be a martyr living without electricity to the second floor. Started to romanticize getting back to the basics. Doing without the many trappings of the modern world. Doing laundry in the dark, keeping my activities limited. Time to think, remember what really matters in life. Slow down. I got to finish a few books. I even considered not having a television in the bedroom after all the construction is done.
But as soon as I got home and realized the electrician patched in half of the upstairs into a different circuit. I was immediately off and rotting my brain with VH1 Most Awesomely Badder Hair. Reverted back to sloth and trash tv. All plans to read tonight, pre-empted. Didn't last long. Apparently, the "real me" is very shallow.
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