Clearing
A whole week off.
Starting now.
Fuck yeah.
The plan is to do the following things:
· get up early most days, have breakfast, go back to bed and sleep late between linen sheets. The feeling of going back to bed surpasses mere lie-ins.
· Read ‘Anxiety status’, ‘After Delores’, ‘How to be alone’, ‘L’homme aux cercles bleus’ and ‘Petit manuel de manipulation à l’usage des honnêtes gens’, and if I’m feeling brave, ‘el maestro de esgrima’. Probably all at the same time, because I can’t choose.
· Consider a more active social life.
· Consider who to meet up with and where.
· Shrug the idea off and read some more.
· Go to the cinema in the middle of the afternoon. By myself.
· weather permitting, sit on a bench in Soho square and watch the pretty gay boys cruise each other.
· Try not to think that if A hadn’t broken up with me, that’s where I’d be now. There with her. Talking, agreeing, disagreeing, fighting, fucking, playing, eating, hoping. I know, I need some sense slapped into me.
· Improve on the tree pose and the toe-touching, the breathing in and out.
· Ignore Valentine’s Disaster.
· Bake cakes.