mood: content music: 'tom courtenay' by yo la tengo

today was the last day i don't have to work, so i spent my afternoon in subtle leisure. the day was as slow as molasses on a cold day, but the speckled instances where i was free to associate with the usuals proved uplifting. we had fun talking in calculus jokes; only a well-read mathematician would understand why we were laughing. we're such dorks sometimes. otherwise, it was just the random questions and answers that our conversations are always built on. that and me saying things like 'go go gadget hundred dollars' and waiting for the money to show up in my pleading hands.

anyways, upon getting home, i began eating like a madman for no apparent reason. maybe my body felt i was getting too fit. about an hour passed as i checked email and surfed my way thru the daily comic call. then i narrowed my next move down to 2 choices: read or sleep. i chose to read, but if i was going to do it here, i'd have to deal with the ruckus of my parents' homecoming. so, i left the house and ventured to my secret garden, i mean, writing grotto.

it's been a while since i actually spent some time there, especially during the day. i was surprised at how many cars there were; i always thought that place as an unknown loft paradise. still it remained relatively quiet, and i was able to start kerouac's on the road in peace. i've been waiting ages to read this book, and only today i realized that literally on the other side of the wall where the usuals and i eat lunch is a menagerie of the books i need for a day like today.

i read through the first 2 chapters to find his rambling style inviting. the comfy environment was perhaps a bit too comfy, though, as i started to halfass my reading due to fatigue. finally, i decided to stop reading for a bit and close my eyes. with the voice of the beat generation between my chest and my folded arms, i fell easily asleep. about 20 or 30 minutes later, a car horn woke me, and i was amazed that i was able to sleep so well for such a long time in a sitting position. usually, i'm the insomniac freak on the airplane who stays awake thru 8 or 9 timezones before collapsing from exhaustion on the other side of the pond.

at that point, i continued my reading, constantly fidgeting to catch what light was remaining in the day. after the 4th chapter, the light was almost completely gone, and i found myself in the mood for cancerous fumes. sadly i had neither cigs nor the cash to buy any. i did, though, have the funds for the simplest cup of coffee, so that's what i got. i went downstairs and got my caffeine fix, but what i was really in search for was a seat on the patio and the faint scent of my neighbors' cigarettes. as an added bonus, i got the light to take care of another chapter, and that's what i did. one swift gulp and my coffee was on the stick, so i gathered my things and took the long walk back to the roof parking lot. all in all, not a bad day to say the least.

---Goei---