Exactly that.
Up startlingly early, 6:00 AM. Surf internet. Attempt to nap as it seems, well...just wrong to be up this early on a day off.
Hit the thrift shops. No treasures today.
Home. Attempt to nap again; the vaguest outlines of a dream:
There's a glowstick on the counter with "Bioluminescence" written across it, I can see some spattered on the floor and carpet between the kitchen and the office. So I take it and break it and empty the contents into the compost, it will self-perpetuate I think to myself and sure enough the entire compost begins to shine with phosphorescence...
And there's a ring on the doorbell and I answer and it's a rainbow child selling gift vouchers and discount books...
I'm pretty grouchy, not exactly who I'd wanna be woken up by.
Hang about the house until 1:00, just in case. Eat some cherries, make a bowl of Vietnamese style soup with the dessicated vegetables in the fridge, rice stick noodles, veggie-beef bouillon, chili peppers, peanut butter. Trying to fill in the nutritional gaps left by my schedule.
I give up again, call my friend for coffee, he's not home, leave a message and head out to the Starbucks on 14 St.
But first I stop at Zowie's, lots of junk, no real treasures, nothing, at least, that I can't live without.
Now I'm not a Starbucks fan, they make great coffee and all but I consider them, consider any company that homogenizes the urban landscape as they have done, to be evil. Nonetheless I'm collecting Starbuck cards for an art project I'm working on, so with my "Grande" coffee I swipe a handful of the cards. "They're free" I tell myself, they have no value until they've been charged, and besides, once I finish my art project it'll make them famous....
I've already got it all worked out in my head, just need the right couple of nuts and bolts and I'll be off...
And I chill in Starbucks for a half an hour, reading Huxley, there's a dearth of interesting people, a doctor has his PC open across from me watching a how-to video on how to perform cosmetic facial surgery, there's close-ups and distressing shots of sawing beneath the flesh and skin...
At least I presume he's a Doctor, he could just be a sadist or serial killer reliving happier times.
But, when you think about it, serial killers and sadists generally aren't stupid enough or so shorn of social skills to watch videos like this in public places. Only Doctors.
Back home, another stab at a nap; again unsuccessful, the beginnings of a waiter's nightmare, then up to forage again for food - Subway, couldn't be bothered to cook TWICE in one day.
And now on the PC. So ends the second day off .... no grand trips to the theater (as Mondays are dark days - a bit of a waste, this, especially as the High Performance Rodeo is playing and there are a few that have piqued my interest...).. next week I tell myself.