I just don’t have the disciplinary wherewith-all to drag myself from my sluggish, sedentary, couch-hogging, remote-control-fondling torpor.

Friday 14 July 1995 9:22am Howdy Sis, It’s Friday, and it’s warm, and I have a nice bouncy song from the radio reverberating around my echo-chamber skull.  I’m in a good mood.  Watched barely any TV last night, spent all of it on the couch reading a book on Japan that I borrowed from the library.  It gives a broad outline of the religions (their … Continue reading I just don’t have the disciplinary wherewith-all to drag myself from my sluggish, sedentary, couch-hogging, remote-control-fondling torpor.

I’ve always thought the human race would be much better off if we only bred in season, like cats and dogs. It would give it a carnival kind of atmosphere.

Friday, 31 March, 1995 8:43am Dear S, I’m not happy. I just finished my Jean Genet book last night.  Now I have nothing to read.  It’s absolutely essential for me to have something to read on the tram on the way to and from work.  Not for any lofty purpose of improving my mind or anything, it’s just a good way to dodge buying a … Continue reading I’ve always thought the human race would be much better off if we only bred in season, like cats and dogs. It would give it a carnival kind of atmosphere.

I like to think of myself as a sensory deprivation cosmonaut.

Wednesday, 29 March, 1995, 8:37am Howdy S, Did you take notice of the date and time, specifically the time, of this letter.  That’s right, I’m in early.  We just went off daylight savings, so it’s not really that great a sacrifice.  It does fill me with self-righteousness though, gives me a warm fuzzy feeling of moral superiority over my fellow works.  “Who, me? Oh yes, … Continue reading I like to think of myself as a sensory deprivation cosmonaut.