updates

everyday I check my updates...
In the morning I read the newspaper on my computer first.
After I usually move on to other updates of things that I follow.
I have things I check every single day and each day they give me a little more,
then I have things I check every once and a while.
The things I check every once and a while have lots for me to be updated on.
The daily updates serve to keep me just hovering out of the reach of reality and the inconsistant to vault me far away from reality for up to an hour...

Occasionally, I spend great swaths of time scouring the internet for all the new updates I might have missed
but this always leads to an inevitable desert of reality.
With no more updates left to discover on the internet I move to my bookshelf.
I frantically search my bookshelf things I haven't read.
I search for text books but then remember selling them that one week I needed grocery money or a ticket to an art exhibit or something or other...
After staring at my bookshelf for an hour, having removed most of the books and set them on my desk,
I begin pacing through the kitchen.
I search through the drawers and the cupboards.
I look at the silverware.  One of them has water stains on him.  So I wash it.  I place it on the drying rack, take off the dish washing gloves, and lay them on the pile of dirty dishes in the sink.
I pace between the living room and the kitchen for ten minutes, pick up 3 beer bottles and place them in the recycling.  The beer bottles make me want to drink booze.  I stare at the clock and it's the same time it was an hour ago.  It takes me a full minute to realize the clock is broken.  I walk over to my phone to get the correct time...
I pick up my phone, it says I have unread emails on both my accounts, a text message, 3 missed calls, a voicemail, it's 11:13, and it tells me It will be more than twelve hours before I go to sleep even though I got up 5 hours ago...
Anyway, I reset the clock to the correct time...
Or I hope it's the right time.  I'd rather not check my phone again...
I didn't actually read any of the messages...
Coffee!  That's right it's too early to drink so I'll make coffee.  I dump the grounds out of the french press from the previous day and I'm about to clean it out when I just stare at the pile of dirty dishes for five minutes then walk over to the coffee grinder.  I think about the sound it makes.  I feel nervous.  I think about turning it on then running out of the room so I don't have to listen to it.  Instead I strangle it tightly while it runs in a feeble attempt to smother the sound.
I realize I haven't started boiling the water yet...
Shit...
A moment passes and I'm staring at the kettle.
A moment passes and I'm trying to see if there are puffs of steam...
Should I have filled it with hot water instead of cold?
Would it really decrease the amount of time it takes to boil?
My scientific mind thinks yes but my artistic mind disagrees.
I remember being told that warm water has more toxins in it so I think next time I'll use warm water.
Still no puffs of steam, back to the bookshelf.  If there were any books still left on the shelf I remove them, leaf through them, and set them on the desk.
Back to the kettle and still no steam...