NEEDLING

TEN TILL TWELVE

The good news for the moment: my head is recovering, I've decided to not do the dishes till an undefined later moment in time, at which point I will also take out the trash. Currently surfing and reading interesting tid bits of good news such as this which reminds me that it's a beautiful sunny day, that I'm not at my favorite hotel - where the elevator has been dead for over a week, meaning walking up and down five flights of stairs with heavy luggage belonging to angry customers... people, when you take a few days vacation to Paris, you don't need to fill your luggage with heavy unidentified objects made of steel, rock, or iron; leave your books, bottles, and tool belts at home... a couple change of underwear, a couple of clean shirts and your tooth brush will do... think of the receptionists around the world who work in cheap hotels where elevators are bound to break down... - I should be outside! Rolling around on the grass at the Buttes Chaumont or something.

(above masturbation article link found on this blog.)