the nice and mundane aspects of being home…
going to see movies, working on music, eating, and so on and whatnot.
this will be a benignly mundane journal entry.
i’m home.
it is very cold. but there’s not a cloud in the sky, so you almost feel as if you could fall upwards and never stop. sometimes i’m grateful for gravity. like when i’m eating. just imagine if gravity was a whimsical force of nature. one minute you’re sitting down to some nice indian food, the next minute the indian food has flown up into your face due to a lack of gravity.
i love indian food, but i’m happy that gravity keeps it on my plate as opposed to letting it fly up into my face.
for the first time in my life i have a king sized bed.
not to be hyperbolic, but it is terriffic. if you’re in any way able to have a king sized bed, you should. i woke up sideways this morning.
sideways on the bed. it’s like a big square.
with flannel sheets. and i’m not even going to joke about trying to preserve street cred by interjecting something like ‘flannel sheets with pictures of crack pipes on them.’ cos they don’t have pictures of crack pipes on them. they have pictures of me. i sleep in sheets that are covered in pictures of me. my narcissism knows no bounds. actually they are white. no pictures. i don’t even know if they make flannel sheets with pictures on them.
see, i told you this was going to be a mundane journal entry.
now i’m going out to eat indian food that will hopefully not fly up into my face while i’m eating it.
it is very cold here in the freezing apple.
moby
