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Reset Forty-Eight, Day Twenty-Nine
Mar. 15th, 2023 01:02 pmWell here's weird, again, being awake this time of day, and having utterly forgotten to post an entry about Tuesday. I spent most of the time I was awake that day listening to rain, and then sleeping a lot, and then lying in bed awake because I just didn't have the energy to get up. The last few hours of the night I might have been asleep or awake, I couldn't really tell, but I didn't get up until almost seven o'clock this morning. Since then I've had some pancakes and chocolate milk and acid reflux, and tried to gather enough thoughts to take care of some reality stuff that needs taking care of, with no success.
Now it's after (daylight savings time) noon, though actual local noon won't be here for about an hour, and I'm feeling like I could ignore the bright sunshine and go back to sleep even though I probably can't, and why the hell am I even still here? I ought to have been dead long ago, though I suspect it would be a case of, as Dorothy Parker is said to have said of the then-recently late Calvin Coolidge, how can they tell? On Tuesday I did get a rain-soaked letter from the Neptune Society, which is one of those outfits that incinerates one's cadaver and dumps the ashes into the ocean or other appropriately economical place, at a cost considerably lower than commercial cadaver disposal (aka mortuary) companies. You get a lot of these letters when you get to be my age.
Apparently cadaver disposal is an even bigger business than investment in modern art, which is something I keep seeing advertised on the Idernets. I'm hoping to find a company that will turn my cadaver into modern art, for a small fee, as the investment company keeps telling me that the modern art actually appreciates in value faster than such things as stocks. Nobody seems to have stumbled on the notion of combining these two things (cadaver disposal and modern art) yet. Just me. It's too bad my life expectancy is now so short, or I could launch such a business myself. But it appears likely that the story of my death will also be the same old story of my life: always too late. Or too soon.
I wonder if I need a nap? I could surely use a drink, and if I had a yardarm the sun would probably be over it. I myself am over practically everything.
Now it's after (daylight savings time) noon, though actual local noon won't be here for about an hour, and I'm feeling like I could ignore the bright sunshine and go back to sleep even though I probably can't, and why the hell am I even still here? I ought to have been dead long ago, though I suspect it would be a case of, as Dorothy Parker is said to have said of the then-recently late Calvin Coolidge, how can they tell? On Tuesday I did get a rain-soaked letter from the Neptune Society, which is one of those outfits that incinerates one's cadaver and dumps the ashes into the ocean or other appropriately economical place, at a cost considerably lower than commercial cadaver disposal (aka mortuary) companies. You get a lot of these letters when you get to be my age.
Apparently cadaver disposal is an even bigger business than investment in modern art, which is something I keep seeing advertised on the Idernets. I'm hoping to find a company that will turn my cadaver into modern art, for a small fee, as the investment company keeps telling me that the modern art actually appreciates in value faster than such things as stocks. Nobody seems to have stumbled on the notion of combining these two things (cadaver disposal and modern art) yet. Just me. It's too bad my life expectancy is now so short, or I could launch such a business myself. But it appears likely that the story of my death will also be the same old story of my life: always too late. Or too soon.
I wonder if I need a nap? I could surely use a drink, and if I had a yardarm the sun would probably be over it. I myself am over practically everything.
