i christened my new bed by showering and wearing my nice ivory silk nightie. you know the feeling of putting on cozy just washed sweat socks or drying yourself with a fluffy, spring fresh towel? that's what it felt like tucking myself into bed last night. let me get the bed-karma going on the right track. heaven. heaven. heaven.
finished American Gods by Neil Gaiman. wonderful. the ending was a little confusing...but all in all, i think i'll go find other work by him. Am reading the summer vacation's last indulgence...Brothel, Mustang Ranch and Its Women..by Alexa Albert (she's a doctor in search of superb condom usage where they don't break, but get one hell of a workout and to redeem the image of working women who strut their stuff in tigerprint teddies and pink frou-frou mules, and hide the look of contempt at "manly fingers" that keep the buzzer going 'til all hours of the night...)
cup of joe, 1 small banana, blueberry bagel, some steely dan tunes and the music rag "Spin" with Kurt Cobain on the cover...i look at his face and i wish i could have saved him, but i've learned the hard way, you can't save someone from themselves...will read the article, plus one on Bjork and Tori Amos. yes, it's a rag, but who cares, so is the village voice but sometimes i wish it was available just so that i could turn my nose up at it and buy something else.
finished priming and painting the bedroom and kitchen and also the trim. need to organize 6 boxes of books...i need shelves...well, i don't "need" them, but it would be nice to actually be able to browse through my art history books, etc..without always having to get an upper body workout. my mantra before october comes:
get shelves, get shelves, cat dentistry, cat dentistry...
Darren: i toast your stamina!!! 3 years would put me in a wheelchair.