I went to sleep last night laying on top of my bed, clothes still on and a towel across my bare feet for warmth. I like to do this once in a while when I am feeling... undomesticated.
When I woke up around 2:30, the fan was on and it was pretty cold.
I was laying diagonally across the bed so I folded the covers over me from both sides like an enchilada.
Then I pulled out "Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man" from somewhere in the bed and started reading.
Reading Joyce is like thinking your own thoughts, only they're someone else's.
It's 6 a.m. right now. I've just taken a shower and I am not looking forward to going to work.
Yesterday was my birthday.
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sounds lke a lot of melencholoy dude
ReplyDeleteI thought the song was "My Melancholy Baby" not melancholy dude... maybe it is melon collie
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday!
ReplyDeleteMaking a way in the world today takes everything you've got. Taking a break from all your worries sure would help a lot. Wouldn't you like to get away. Sometimes you gotta go where everybody knows your name...