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…
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There was an article titled 'My Life List' in the New Yorker a few months ago. The author was listing all the animals he'd eaten - it included things like bees, moose, and bull testicles ('mountain oysters').
What if you get bored halfway through the day and want to get up and do things?
Why just the other day I was in Pentimento. I told Superman I would like to make The Peach exactly like Pentimento.It is a temple of expensive dreams in there.
Thank you for voicing my fear, Tim! I suspect I will get bored and will get up and lie on the couch instead. Or maybe do things...
Dale, it's the smell, isnt it? Heaven!
True. When I get bored, for instance, I sometimes cook.
Mountain oysters for all!
I sometimes cook as a form of procrastination. Well, bake anyway.
Baked mountain oysters perhaps?
Make sure you don't leave them in the oven too long. They might explode, and you'll have baked mountain oyster all over the inside of your oven.//
I gag a little at the thought.
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