The truth about this morning

This morning I woke up a few times. I stayed up late last night, past 2 pm I think, so I set my alarm for 10am but I got up earlier than that to pee. I reset my alarm for 11am but I didn't fall back asleep. I tried to lucid dream but I haven't done that since I was a teenager. I used to practice in the summer time when I could sleep in forever. After I couldn't fall asleep again I imagined I would make myself a breakfast. A real breakfast with eggs and toast. Then I thought maybe I'd take myself out to breakfast. But I wasn't ready to get dressed and stuff. I got up, turned on the kitchen light, put my shoes on, and went out to the other room where my refrigerator is. I had to put my shoes on because a few days ago I noticed slug tracks on my carpet in the morning. I've read that they don't like coffee so I spread some coffee grounds near the sink where I saw the tracks but I still saw more this morning. I'm not quite sure what to do. I guess I could get up really early in the morning when the slug (or it could be a snail, right?) is more likely to be out and about and then I could just pick it up and put it outside. I spread a little bit of salt too. I feel bad. We'll see what happens. Anyway, the thought of walking around barefooted on slug or snail slime seemed a little bit gross. I got 3 eggs from the refrigerator, some yogurt, some butter, and the ketchup. I had to put the eggs in my pocket because I couldn't carry everything and I was worried that I would forget they were there by the time I came back into my apartment and that I would sit down or something. I made scrambled eggs and toast and ended up not eating any of the yogurt. I made coffee. I watched a few episodes of Six Feet Under. I've been watching all the episodes again. I got through season 2 today and watched part of the first episode of season three when Nate dies but then doesn't. I did some sudoku puzzles. My mom called to read my letter that made it into the Chronicle aloud to me over the phone. It reminded me of when my dad would write letters to Herb Caen and then he would be so excited if they were printed. I wasn't as excited, I just felt like a huge dork. Hopefully tomorrow, the first day in about 2 months that I will have off of both work and school, will be more productive. I think I'll go see a movie.