Things I like to do:
– Watch movies on my laptop in my bed covered up. The key is getting the laptop to balance on a pillow (For my neck and theater-esque perspective) while a glass of water balances on the windowsill on the other side of me.
I've sent my resume to Barnum & Bailey, but I've received no word.
– Play my latest accompaniment, a small piano the size of a backpack. Setting a candle on its top with wax drooling down its backside, I tap the keys for a sinister tone, yet it’s uplifting as it reminds me of the kid from Charlie Brown. I have no blanket, but I have taken to treating the piano as a pet. It’s cheaper than the pet deposit I’d have to lay down and the look on my friend’s faces when I say, “Piano, play nice with guitar.” Or “PIANO, I bet you haven’t moved from that spot all day! Why don’t you clean something or get some fresh air, you look like crap.”
– Burn mix cd’s for any and every occasion. Concerts call for a personal greatest hits mix from that particular artist, road trips call for various up beat stuff, a solo ride back home always deserves some beat your center console songs, as well as a few to think on.
Good beats to beat to, and not in a dirty way. I'll gonna stop writing beat now.
– Listen to This American Life. I’ve found that in any conversation I can call on a TAL episode that relates with the topic, which usually changes the subject to rabid raccoons or how carbon monoxide poisoning is the root of most ghosts stories, but are always well received.
– Wake up early on weekends. To some this is time to sleep in, but for me, it’s my time –not work time – and I vowed long ago to use my time awake and active and productive.
And by active and productive I mean go to garage sales, if weather permits, and try to keep movies watched to alcoholic beverages consumed at an equal number.
