Eurekavision...
My mind lost a day today.
It was a subtle thing, this losing of a day. There was no fanfare, or sudden musical sting, or even a shocked gasp. I just awoke, totally convinced that it was Friday instead of Thursday. What can alter my perception like that? Granted, my grasp on reality and time has often been a fingertipish one, but you'd think I'd at least know what day it was. Now the plans to get ready for bowling league night have to be discarded, or at least shelved another orbit. Instead, I sit with absolutely nothing to do. I could play the latest videogame that's sponging up my neurons, or re-watch some stored banality and eat compulsively. I could head to the gym and blow out my knee, ensuring a lengthy hospital stay where at least there'd be jello.
Time to get projectish, maybe?
}:|
P.S. I've been toying with the abstract concept of becoming a professional bowler. If I was at least an average pro, I might make as much as 4 or 5 thousand a year!!!
It was a subtle thing, this losing of a day. There was no fanfare, or sudden musical sting, or even a shocked gasp. I just awoke, totally convinced that it was Friday instead of Thursday. What can alter my perception like that? Granted, my grasp on reality and time has often been a fingertipish one, but you'd think I'd at least know what day it was. Now the plans to get ready for bowling league night have to be discarded, or at least shelved another orbit. Instead, I sit with absolutely nothing to do. I could play the latest videogame that's sponging up my neurons, or re-watch some stored banality and eat compulsively. I could head to the gym and blow out my knee, ensuring a lengthy hospital stay where at least there'd be jello.
Time to get projectish, maybe?
}:|
P.S. I've been toying with the abstract concept of becoming a professional bowler. If I was at least an average pro, I might make as much as 4 or 5 thousand a year!!!
