New Bedding
I woke up in excruciating body pain, desiring hopelessly for someone to give me a full-body massage. And I tend to dislike massages. So that means the pain is bad.
In a few weeks, after doing the full-time records gig at school, I will buy a real bed with a box spring and frame. And it'll be nice. Plush. Warm. Inviting. I can't wait. No more futon mattresses on the floor. My bed will become my sanctuary.
I'm waiting on my groceries. The truck was out front and then it drove off. They've got another 50 minutes. I ordered salmon this time. We'll see what I can do with this stuff. I also got corn. I've never cooked corn. And I just realized that the food I choose to buy, cook, and consume is perhaps of no interest to anyone who happens upon this page.
Back to my article. These things don't usually take this long for me to complete, but I'm really bored with it, so I'm dragging it out. Which brings me to thoughts of the past. I'm not really thinking of actual past experiences, but rather the impact they insist on having on one's current state of being. Or the influence they have on the actions one undertakes in present and future -- groceries are here.... daily activities/relationships/decisions. I always endeavor to do it better next time, to avoid making the disastrous mistakes I made in the past. But in the end, you can never really know if it works unless you're involved in a similar situation. But then again, if you learned from your mistakes, the situation you're in wouldn't be similar. Right? Whatever.
This has crossed my mind lately. But so has transference, the influence, if any, of blogging on cultural development, the spoken word, and how to cook corn. How do you cook corn? Boil it? I've seen that done. I've seen a lot done, but just haven't done it much myself.
These NY delis can kill an account balance, but they are one of my favorite things about the city. But I can no longer rely on them for nutritional satisfaction. Hence FreshDirect and a burgeoning interest in preparing my own meals. But now I must try to finish this article once and for all. And I will do so to the sounds of Queen.
