I brought the blanket and pillows from my bed onto the living room couch. I brewed a cup of coffee and had a bowl of cold cereal. I’m sad from private matters and tired from them too. I haven’t been able to watch sports at home in years. Haven’t had cable since I moved out of my parents. My buddy gave me his youtube tv login and I put on my favorite basketball team, The New York Knicks. I’ve become one with the couch, melted into the fibers and no club soda nor dog piss cleaner will dissolve me out. 3 quarters into this game and I’m feeling a thousand times better about the private and temporary matters which burden.
I used to reserve this time for reading but there’s something so indulgent about cuing up a show or YouTube on my phone and watching it while I eat. It feels like I’m being a little naughty but in a way that also nourishes me.
a throw blanket, a warm beverage, a joint, a movie / tv show / video game / book. creamy soup for dinner
(or if you live in the pnw, just whatever you were going to do that day bc it rains nine months out of the year)
The whole staff just sang happy birthday to some guy in the kitchen. All the patrons are diner people. At least at this hour. Forks crash into plates and knives scrape butter and jam on toast. It’s the perfect volume. Want to read my book but too content. Want to get pancakes but trying to stay light. Dont want to feel it in my face.
Been on huge memoir kick as I’m currently writing book in the first person. Going to list two here and save this list to come back to.
Always Crashing The Same Car by Matthew Specktor is great book about the guy himself whom I knew nothing about and artistic desperation and ambition focused in Los Angeles. It runs through many stories of The well known and not well known. He would actually be a great person on this app.
The other is the opposite in tone. Just Kids by Patti Smith. A delightful more hopeful and romantic read about similar subject that just makes you feel great to be an artist and like you’re doing everything right. New York and rock n roll heavy. A lot on the Chelsea hotel.