Last night I fell asleep watching TV. I woke up at 6am very confused and I went to bed shortly after that. It means that my streak of writing everyday has been ruined. So I’ve decided that it doesn’t matter about doing stuff daily. I am someone who likes to put rules and goals on things. Deadlines are something I like but I think that they can work or not. The pressure to get something done can create a whole manner of things, good but usually bad.
I want to write about my life and sometimes it’s not interesting. Yesterday specifically I just was tired and slept a Hell of a lot as I watched a Netflix series. I’m watching “The Staircase” and I don’t know what to think about it. I mean, I think he maybe innocent but he and his legal team are so unlikable. I watched “Making A Murderer” and I think he’s innocent or the case against him is so flimsy.
I’m visiting my parents later on.