The sprinklers were on because I turned on the sprinkler system yesterday/Saturday because I wanted them to water the lawns while I was off to work and not in the house. I just forgot to shut the system off last night so it wouldn't wake me up. And I forgot because I have brain rot. I got home late from dinner after work last/Saturday night, and sure, I went off for some late night Taco Bell, too. Oh, yeah, there was a lot of soccer I was watching, too. (Hey, the Loons won -- whadathunkit!) But I spent the vast majority of my evening doomscrolling. Goddammit, man, my mind has atrophied not due to old age but because I'm on my fucking phone all the time, filling my brain up with short dopamine hits of what gets me off. I think that if I wasn't so addicted to my phone, I would be way more attentive at doing things, like chores, or just remembering stuff, like turning off the water sprinkler system. Shit, I have a bunch of things I should do now, and yet my cellphone is just waiting for me like a dealer in the alley. And of course I'm going back to him -- definitely some time today, and possibly right after I blog post this.
I have a lot of stuff to do -- going through my stuff, the laundry, etc. And I do want to fix the sprinklers; after I did a couple heads in one section of the front lawn last weekend (at least I think they're fixed), I want to try to fix the other heads in the front lawn. But I wanted to do it on my own time ... well, my body's time, but my body was forced to wake up to the sound of the sprinklers out front, and I think because of that, I will be tired later on this evening when I want to go out. May be overdramatizing, but maybe not.
Need to stop looking at screens and start looking at real life.
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