this time i have today
weekends in the sober world go like this: sleep till 9, have eggs and apple and decaf for breakfast. shower. should i to go out now or later. decide to accompany Mr. B when he makes a work delivery this afternoon. Will i have time to return my library book. Think i’ll make cookies this afternoon if it’s not too hot. I might have a nap too. for dinner i’m going to use up some of the leftovers in my fridge. and maybe vacuum the office carpet it’s looking a bit hairy.
weekends in the non-sober world go like this: sleep till 11, have caffeinated coffee and pastries for breakfast, maybe McDonald’s. watch several hours of bad tv trying to wake up. someone making eggs in the next apartment and i could nearly heave. try to go back to bed for a nap but can’t sleep so i have a beer first, it’s 1 pm, but the beer is just so i can sleep, it’s not because i drink in the daytime you know. i can’t remember if i’ve even read this book yet and it’s already overdue so i won’t return it until i can think about it more clearly. the cookies i’ll start at 10:30 pm after a bottle of wine, but i’ll drop something, maybe my wineglass on the tile floor, and then i’ll sort of clean it up but not really. then i’m not really sure if there are glass shards in the cookie batter. so i leave it on the counter until tomorrow. where i will find it in the morning, hung over, i’ll look at red wine stains up the wall, glass pieces, melted cookie dough. and i’ll think, fuck it, who wants to go out for brunch at the bottomless-pit-mimosa place?
weekend in the sober world go like this: what can i do with this time i have today? what can i make, be, do, write, discover. how much sleep can i get today. how much sun can i absorb.
weekend in the non-sober world: how much booze is there, how much booze is there, how much booze is there, wonder if i should try the new expensive wine today, god the sun is really bright in here.