So as I write I can see Katy Perry on the television, squawking some disgusting, barely audible nonsense while sporting what can only be compared to a giant condom on her head. This is the path of the day. Giddy, ridiculous and downright bizarre. It's incredible what emerges from the mundane.
PLAY AREAS - the space which depletes sanity within ten seconds of entering! Today however, it is merely a sanctuary for nurturing my bruised brain in the company of an old and treasured friend. I say every peculiar and unwelcome thought in my muddled and perplexed mind and she nods amicably before agreeing and even reasoning for my stupidity. Fantastic! I coo at babies, I discipline children, I drink coffee and before I know it half the day has passed!
EYEBROWS - a very mediocre subject, the humble eyebrow. To some women I know, this kind of conversation would be the induction of ecstasy. To me it brings a yawn. Today, however, I embraced the eyebrow with gusto. Wax me! Wax me I say.....in my head of course. Hey presto, I am waxed! A small addition to the day but it needed a mention for reaffirmation of my return to normality.
DISSERTATION - curse the dissertation. I love it in a very troubled and enforced kind of way. After all, it permisses me to write about what I love.....but it hands over my head like a suspended prison sentence. I delay the process further with telephone conversations about Dick Van Dyke (as stated in said convo, 'I have a passion for Dick') and I roll around laughing at my own senselessness. I write 500 words of the formidable essay and then become distracted by thoughts of naughtiness, spirituality and utter stupidity. Which is where I am now.............
I must resist the urge to re-enact a scene from Mary Poppins on the living room floor. Someone turn Katy off, my eyes and ears are bleeding!!!!
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