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.
Getting into bed with two pillows. knocked out an episode of the new season of the bear, playing Mario kart ds (hiding under the blanket for full immersion) and listening to American swing pop. All in a days work
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.
My brother Andrew sent me a text with a link to a video posted by an aggregated content page, of Jack Black playing a toy saxophone on the Jimmy Fallon late night television show with the text reading “up your alley.”
At one point in time this would have deeply upset me as this video is not up my alley. It’s not my sense of humor, nor is it of my interest, and worst of all it’s sincere. I think I curate and maintain a cool and authentic aesthetic but deep down I know what he means and he’s kinda right. Nobody knows you like those who knew you when you were 12 and there’s no fooling them.