It's A Hard-Knocked Something-Or-Other...
I've just been waxing nostalgic so much that I could shine a kitchen floor better than Mr. Clean could ever hope to. It's with a great amount of amazement and consternation that I sit here, reflecting on the fact that since a week ago, I've been to the apartment only to sleep and spend a few extra hours vegetating. The rest has been spent elsewhere: at work, with friends, doing errands, and other such keeps-me-away stuff.
The long and the short of it is: I haven't had the chance to really stop and catch my breath for a week now. Hang on...make that two weeks, when you think about it. And it's growing into quite the exhausting effort. My poor laptop lies neglected and will probably make me buy it dinner before it lets me write again. The unwashed dishes are probably self-aware now, and anything in the kitchen that becomes self-aware will always try to take over the world...starting with me (I hate competition).
I cannot help but reflect on a time, dating back not even five years ago, where I would have scoffed at something like this. I'd have not only pulled off all this running around at the time, but I also would have easily managed to get enough time for writing. And I'm sure I would have slept eventually.
I'm not sure what it is. Maybe it's because I'm on my feet all day, working in a retail job that has effectively destroyed any internal sense of a Monday through Friday, 9-5 calendar. Maybe it's because the time I once had solely to myself now must be shared with Mel and Shady. Or maybe it is in fact that, as Mel always delights in pointing out to me, I'm old.
No, it couldn't be that.
I blame the customers. Nasty, pompous tits that they are... And while we're on the hit parade, it's time for
Today's Curses:
Curse you, Walmart! And while I could make all sorts of corporate, political and ethical statements here, I'm going to immerse myself in pointless narcissism. Why do you suddenly reduce the DVD for Jim Henson's "The Storyteller" to $11, after I've spent a good $30 on it? And furthermore, why do you have volumes 2&3 of RahXephon on DVD for $9 each, and not volume 1? Why? Such cold heartlessness. Truly you delight in your sadistic torments of my fragile little psyche. From hell's heart, I throw a hissyfit at thee!
And while we're at it, curse you, HMV! You suddenly release the Japanese movie "Battle Royale" on DVD at a time when I have no money for it. I hiss at thee! (Since I'll be saving up the money for it soon enough, this deserves only a petty hissing as opposed to a petty hissy-fit.)
And while we're still at it, curse you...uh...somebody! I curse you because of something for some reason! Yes, that's it exactly! Feel my textual wrath of cursiness! You've irked me so much that not only have I been forced to use such a silly-sounding word as "irk", but I've had to make up new words like "cursiness" just to describe my level of wrath and ire.
(Dammit, of all the times to feel the Prozac kicking in...)
posted by Phillip at 7:28 PM
