Cleaning the Bathroom
Apr. 26th, 2012 07:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mallorys_cameraRTT woke up with a sore throat, stuffy nose and a cold yesterday. He didn’t have a fever, so I suppose he was well enough to go to school. But I thought: This is probably the last opportunity I’m ever going to have to take care of him, to spoil him, so I agreed to let him stay home. Put him in my bed, made him soup, peeled him endless oranges, set him up to watch Netflix. We spent a companionable day together.
I made a list of everything I have to do to leave this place and it is enormous, and I need to start and I’m feeling overwhelmed.
Once when I was living on Benvenue Street, I dropped acid and spent the entire trip cleaning the bathroom. Despite what you might think, it was a good trip. I’d gone into the bathroom at the start and been utterly repulsed by how filthy it was, and had the brilliant epiphany: You can clean the bathroom! So I did. I think most of my life, one way or another, has been spent cleaning that bathroom.
I made a list of everything I have to do to leave this place and it is enormous, and I need to start and I’m feeling overwhelmed.
Once when I was living on Benvenue Street, I dropped acid and spent the entire trip cleaning the bathroom. Despite what you might think, it was a good trip. I’d gone into the bathroom at the start and been utterly repulsed by how filthy it was, and had the brilliant epiphany: You can clean the bathroom! So I did. I think most of my life, one way or another, has been spent cleaning that bathroom.
