Killing Time Is Killing M
I woke up late, and felt like Kerouac at the start of Big Sur; "The bells were sounding a sad, wind-swept Kathaleen..." as he lay on a cheap hotel bed in San Francisco. I made coffee, called the temp service to say I'd be late, and had that sweet first hit of caffeine. The wine bottles from last night stood like disapproving sentries around the apartment. A glass still held a little wine--I punched the radio button and Debussy piano etudes started playing. I stood naked in the living room of my apartment sipping coffee. I realized the parents were delivering their kids to the school next door, so I lowered the blinds. God forbid the children or their blonde mothers see the unclothed human body.
I finally made it out the door and walked to the bus stop. I did not want to go to work coding at the large law firm, since what I was doing was useless and I had accomplished nothing for days. However, it did pay $13/hr so off to work I go. The bus is almost empty which is a blessing. I glance at the paper, full of the Democratic primary. I vaguely remember Al Sharpton bleating about something on television last night. I turned to the crossword puzzle and began working it.
The day was spent working in a desulatory fashion, pausing to work the crossword puzzle, to cruise the Internet, to send and read e-mails, to read the newspaper, magazines, etc while waiting for the computer to do what it was supposed to do.
I finally got outside and went to a newstand which was filled with mostly naked women in magazines like Maxim up front and completely naked women performing sex acts in magazines like Barely Legal in the back. The naturist magazines werte back with the porn, posing interesting questions about their target audience. There are now some flash resorts catering to nudists. I ponder the logistics of living life being naked as much as possible. The one way I know it could be doen would be to buy the house located at the west end of one of the local nude beaches. One could walk around the house naked, then go walk on the beach naked. One would only have to dress to go to the store or to work.
I wandered back to work and pretended to work. I pondered the expenditure of time in useless pasttimes. I checked out the web sites of publishers of fantasy/horror and copied their guidelines. I will work harder on my vampire novel. I will use my time in a more creative fashion. I pormise, I promise, I promise.
20 minutes and I can go to the store--more wine, rice and home to cook store fry. What a night I have planned. And I will wake up tomorrow foggy-headed and groggy eyed. On and on it goes...our life filled with time we do not use wisely...