… a la a lot of nauseatingly cute lifestyle blogs that focus on pics taken on iPhones, recipes for organic homemade pinatas, and other examples-of-why-the-blogger-is-better-than-you-are. (A curious many of said blogs, I’ve realized as of late, are written by Mormons?)
DISCLAIMER: I may actually do none of this shit and instead sit on my ass and think about pizza.
Saturday:
Wake up
Take much-needed shower
Eat an enormous brunch, preferably involving eggs
Go visit the Armory Show (see below)
Play, and win, at ping pong
Convince boyfriend to go out for a nice Mediterranean dinner
” ” to dance at the local dive, described by one reviewer as “Cleveland circa 1973″
” ” to give me piggyback home
Sleep
Sunday:
Wake up
Eat bagels
See boyfriend off
Mope about boyfriend’s departure
Read, with a strange glee, The Leftovers, which is about inconsolable loss, cults, and broken marriages
Decide which of two sad movies will be better to combat Sunday Blues: the one described as “tightly structured” and “compelling” or the one described as “a terrifying, delirious exercise.”
Finish letter to Marina Abramovic (mum’s the word on this, for the moment.)
Finish The Leftovers
Sleep
Have nightmares.

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