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the slow fascination of an hour
Nov. 7th, 2005 09:59 pm[earlier]
I am drinking the last of my Blackberry Port, and am all warm and foolish in the face. It's been around a little too long, so it isn't the dumbfounding nectar it is when you first open it, but there was nothing objectively wrong with the two small glasses that remained, and quite a lot of subjective pleasure lingering in the bottle.
Caro, the next time we're both on the island, we must drink some of this. It will go pretty well after our Noodle Box, I think, with some very dark chocolate. It's one of those things that will make you glad you came back.
[later]
It is now past the hour when I can reasonably expect to get something useful done. I'm the opposite of a vampire. The lack of light destroys me. This is very bad news for my kitchen, since when it's light out, I don't want to waste time cleaning it, and when it's dark I can't muster the energy.
I have to be careful. If I lie down after work, I stay down. Actually, whatever position I put myself in is the one I tend to remain in for the rest of the evening. It's like my personal gravity increases fourfold. I've been sitting in front of the computer now for three and a half hours. In this time I have made two LJ icons and read a lot of things I don't remember.
There are very few things I'm capable of doing in this state. In order of likelihood from least to most:
I'm going to shuffle into the kitchen now and stare at it all, then shuffle out again and attempt #6, since it's the only one that will give me a sure sense of accomplishment.
{rf}
I am drinking the last of my Blackberry Port, and am all warm and foolish in the face. It's been around a little too long, so it isn't the dumbfounding nectar it is when you first open it, but there was nothing objectively wrong with the two small glasses that remained, and quite a lot of subjective pleasure lingering in the bottle.
Caro, the next time we're both on the island, we must drink some of this. It will go pretty well after our Noodle Box, I think, with some very dark chocolate. It's one of those things that will make you glad you came back.
[later]
It is now past the hour when I can reasonably expect to get something useful done. I'm the opposite of a vampire. The lack of light destroys me. This is very bad news for my kitchen, since when it's light out, I don't want to waste time cleaning it, and when it's dark I can't muster the energy.
I have to be careful. If I lie down after work, I stay down. Actually, whatever position I put myself in is the one I tend to remain in for the rest of the evening. It's like my personal gravity increases fourfold. I've been sitting in front of the computer now for three and a half hours. In this time I have made two LJ icons and read a lot of things I don't remember.
There are very few things I'm capable of doing in this state. In order of likelihood from least to most:
1. clean up (I assume I can. I haven't tried lately.)
2. take baths (but turning on the water is too much effort. and then you're damp, and dampness has very little attraction these days)
3. read books and take notes for Projects (try to trick brain into thinking it's doing something meaningless)
4. read books and not take notes (especially books read before)
5. watch tv in bed
6. pass out
I'm going to shuffle into the kitchen now and stare at it all, then shuffle out again and attempt #6, since it's the only one that will give me a sure sense of accomplishment.
{rf}
