It's late Sunday night. I've always been partial to Sunday nights. Most people have a semi-dread of them, the anticipation of the following Monday morning being something of a buzzkill. Not me, I've always liked the quiet, the sense that I've closed out another week, and the truly bizarre TV programs they show after midnight on Sundays.
Programming for these hours must be like cleaning the sewers or changing billboards. It's done, and it's important, sure, but no one ever sees it. Someone once described integrity as who you are when nobody is watching, and maybe in some sense that makes these little hours the most honest of the week.
The events of the week were the usual assortment you'd find in Matt's life. I worked hard and was hardly working. I fell in love and got dumped. My bank account filled up and emptied down. Easy came and easy gone. I met strangers and they found me strange, and I hung out with friends who found friends strange. I felt great on Friday, I'm sick now.
2 AM hasn't happened just yet. I have about ten minutes and all I want is a cigarette. I'm not smoking. Whatever I have, it's respiratory. It feels like a little cold, except for when it feels like I have tiny worms wiggling in my lungs. Then it feels like I'm fucked. Thinking about that is in my "very important" box that I keep precariously perched on the edge of my memory.
By tommorow it won't be there anymore.
Posted by Matt at October 4, 2004 01:30 AMIt's true, that was a huge highlight. Rose is numbers one!
Posted by: Matt at October 5, 2004 12:49 AMwell, it was the highlight of MY weekend anyway...
sorry you are sick. PYITE.
Posted by: scratchymonkey at October 5, 2004 12:01 AMlet us not forget the highlight of the weekend: you had sushi!
Posted by: scratchymonkey at October 5, 2004 12:01 AMhope you feel better
Posted by: fishfry at October 4, 2004 09:02 PM