I’ve decided that my super extra special spend-the-day-in-bed day shall be Saturday. I have bought sheets, laundered sheets, ironed sheets (first and last time), and am busy making a number of little plans for my bed-in. Probably I’m making too much of this. The truth is that I could use and certainly could have used an entire week in bed. I remain utterly exhausted most of the time and still haven’t seen a doctor. I wonder if just being completely fucking knackered is enough to get me an official week in bed. That’d be awesome.
Anyway, the bed-in is an exercise in something other than rest. I am using the time, that is to say I intend to use the time, to contemplate my life and make some plans. Despite my rather firm belief that life is essentially pointless and meaningless I find that I need to add points and meanings to keep myself occupied until such time as I peter out. Also, I want stuff and I gather than the attainment of money is helpful to the attainment of stuff. I have priorities, you know?
This being so, and me making stuff up as I go along, I’ve decided to buy into a couple of concepts. The concepts are Life Listing (which mine is) and the ever present, ever bloggie 101 things in *yawn* 1001 days. These things take thinking about, mostly I’m too tired to think about what I want, when, or how and so just drift. Drifting is getting very dull and now I need to think.
Dear diary, I don’t know why I’m telling you this when I have intention of sharing either with you. I did, however, buy a rather sweet and special book from Pentimento just for the purpose. How I adore Pentimento! I want a whole house that smells like that shop. I want a thousand thousand totally useless odds and ends from that shop. I want a bookcase full of enormous and enormously glossy art and fashion book that smell of Pentimento. I’m going back for more of those sweet and special books; I have Life List plans for them…