Yesterday I had a premontion that today
would be a good day. The day before that I had a premontion
yesterday was going to be a good day. I was just plain wrong both
times. Granted today hasn't bloomed into a complete wreck mostly
because the snow is keeping me in bed. Maybe that is a good thing?
Maybe yesterday and the day before weren't all that bad either.
Nobody stole my lunch money and not a single person tried to hug me.
I suppose that makes them pretty good days. Lowering standards makes
bad days better. Maybe, the key to happiness is flexible standards.
Yes, my standards are shifty like dunes in a desert or fluid like a
lava lamp.
None of this explains accepting my
interior designer's bold choice of beige for the bedroom. Why not a
nice slutty ochre? Or a bold dungeony slate? Yep, I think beige
answers the age old question of what color goes best with celibacy.
What does any of this have to do with
the state of my creative projects? Isn't it obvious? my brain has
turned a lighter shade of beige, but only for three more weeks.
