another wasted sunday.
woke up in a foul mood at 6 30 pm on a sunday evening after a nap
before the nap had gorged on chocolate eclairs, lays chips and an oily puff
puff goes the diet..
what is it about sunday evening that always makes me irriatble?
think its the ominous looming of the end of the holiday
or the realisation that i didnt do nearly enough
or the fact that monday morning holds nothing interesting
or just a feeling of an overloaded stomach and guilt pangs
but today i did stuff. watched 3/4 of abbas kuorastami's through the olive trees
its bleak yet hopeful landscapes and lovely characters, each one so easily likeable
and just when everything was going good, the film stops for no apparent reason , once because of power failure and nce becuas eapparently the dvd had mothing more..
and then i leaped into a wild sheep chase, murakami's crazy book that i am finding secret time for
i steal glances at it at work and take it with me to the loo , and try and make out the bobbing up & down letters in the rickshaw.. what fun it is being completely consumed by something..
an then i fell asleep. perfect ambience, pillow, position, panghrun everything.. snore snore for the next 2 hours
maybe the trouble is. i woke up and the day isnt over. ive got at least 7 hours more..
and nothing fun left to do..
maybe i will download and watch frasier episodes.. or read the andy warhol book i got!! yay i bought th andy warhol book!!!!
