I am beginning to wish that alcohol had never been invented. Why would people purposely blunt their consciousness for a few hours of silliness? People argue that you need to relieve the mind of its stressful seriousness but there are many more interesting ways to do this, surely? What about the three esses? Scrabble, psychotherapy, and cinema.
Saturdays are a day of indolence and retail therapy for me. I do nothing of any import. I let the world take care of itself. The idea is that I will be recuperated from the indignity of labour. In the past it worked like a charm, but I’m starting to find that I need to do the same on Sunday as well. Sunday, from being a day of plotting and conniving against a cruel world, is now turning into another day of bone idle nothingness. Mainly due to alcohol (I am an man of extremes and alcohol is such a mediocre drug).
Talking of extremes, we bought some new curtains yesterday. I had been worried that the amount of light let in by the last pair was disrupting my sleep. When it comes to sleep, the darker the better. The new curtains are much better, but light still creeps in around the sides. It is not good enough. I want to have curtains that make the room seem like a void - a pitch black nothingness to wake up to in the morning. Still, I think my quest for a good night’s sleep is paying off: I can happily say that I now feel almost human.
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