Costel Hildr of The Infinte Battle presents a Day In Their Life
I thought I’d transcribe what I do in a typical day. I contemplated on writing about Saturdays/Laugardag or about Wednesday, but those are strange days. So:
I often wake up around noon to 3pm.
I usually roll around in bed, angry at myself for having slept later than I meant to, but then also grumbling because if I didn’t sleep, I would be massively tired. No real win in this situation. I always need a lot of sleep and I can barely fall asleep before sunrise. Something about it. I just need to watch the sunrise in the morning.
I tell myself to get up out of bed.
Then I grumble and curl under the covers pretending the world doesn’t exist for a moment.
I usually text my mate, we Role Play (RP). I play as, primarily, Tony Stark, or whoever needs to be in the RP: including Odin, Fenrir, and others; my mate RPs as Loki. It’s a Marvel MCU and for some reason my fulltrui, actual “real” Loki loves that I do this. We introduced a lot about gods, theology, and things like ways to make offerings to gods. It’s a form of writing and Loki prefers that I make art. In fact, ’13’s Lokablot, He said: Make art for me. In a lot of ways, I consider this art. It’s a form of impromptu art. Planned, but not too planned. We do this for about an hour. Then I look at the time and get a little more angry at myself for wasting time.
I get up and go to my laptop and waste time on Tumblr, Twitter, FB, emails, and checking blogs for an hour. Then realize I’ve still not done anything and most of the day has been wasted.
I angrily make tea and eat some yogurt.
Then I flit around, unsure of what to do.
I walk by my public altar for Loki and clean things up.
Then I go back to my laptop and usually find a prompt for an article. I then write for several hours—for my blog, in general.
Annoyed that I spent the entire day inside at my computer, I go out on to the balcony and read. I have some books that Loki and Hel and others think would be beneficial for me to read. Right now as I type, I’m reading Duel with the Devil, which is about the first sensational murder in the USA.
I pass out. I also fall asleep when I read.
Groggy, I get up.
I feel like an idiot and a failure. Whatever happened to, oh I don’t know, doing good and awesome things for my gods? What about helping restore the shitty parts of the city or helping prisoners or the homeless and poor or children or educating people? Failure. That’s what I am. I just passed out on my sheepskin rug and twiddled my thumbs on the internet. Dammit.
I go back to my laptop and find a documentary or TV show or movie to watch. I knit while watching. (Right now, I’m making a “flame hair” hat which is red, orange, and another orange-color and is in the pattern to make it look like fire.)
Night falls and I pour water on a rock. Don’t ask me why, the landvaettir just like it. They want it at sunrise and sunset and it has to do with the sun/Sunna and moon/Mani, and I don’t know.
I check my ancestral altar and change the water and fiddle with things on it.
I thank the apartment-dwelling vaettir.
I make dinner and pick out the alcohol for the night (I like my variations). I place dinner (food and drink, in smaller portions than myself; I’m really strapped for cash and I barely have enough to give to him as well) on my personal altar for Loki and sit down on my bed, which is right next His altar because I don’t have room for a table and chair for me. I light some candles and/or incense.
I’m usually starving, so I scarf down dinner, ending up looking pretty rude, I bet. I used to stop after He made fun of me (Slow down. Come now, where are you manners?) but now I realize He’s mostly ribbing me. He does that rather constantly, so I just joke back. I usually put down my bowl, now empty, and sip the alcohol. This is often apple cider, mead, or whiskey; but beer isn’t a stranger either to my dinners. Personally I love vodka, but find that Loki isn’t as much as a fan of it, although I do use it when working with Odin.
I meditate and sometimes, Loki insists that I lie down. I often sort of grumble, but roll my eyes and go with it. I used to get embarrassed and feel horrible because He would suggest it, then I’d pass out, asleep, for several hours. I eventually learned that this was the sole way He could ensure that I slept at least a little every night. I have really bad sleeping hours.
I usually wake up some time later. Sometimes after having an odd dream, sometimes feeling dumb and sticky because I drooled all over myself. Sometimes I wake up to the sound of my own voice muttering words I have no idea what they are, which is terrifying.
If I don’t fall asleep, I usually talk to Him or pick up a book and read to Him (right now, it’s GoT: A Storm of Swords). Sometimes I have sex. I debated on mentioning that or not, but opted for “no reservations” about how my day goes.
I take His plate (unless He’s adamant that it remains) and my plate and drink, leaving His drink and go wash the dishes. I return to RPing with my mate, apologize that I passed out and forgot to tell her, and usually do work of some sort: writing, art, research. Sometimes I give in to being “worthless” and watch TV. Depending on what I watch, sometimes Loki joins me. I find that He likes TV. He likes stories.
At sunrise, I refill the bowl and pour out half the water, the half that is left is for sunset. Eventually, after sunrise, I curl into bed. Sometimes I pick up a book and fail to read it. Sometimes I curl up and think about how worthless I am. Sometimes I RP with my mate. Sometimes I realize Loki is tapping me on the shoulder. Sometimes I just fall asleep. Sometimes I think about how awesome the world is and how I’m actually pretty fantastic and that tomorrow, I’m going to try and do something worthwhile.