its 1:45 am to be exact. I wish it wasn't a Saturday, I kinda wish it was a Wednesday. Just so I can finish up the week again and have something to look forward to.
Monday's aren't that great. In fact I think they are pretty depressing. Its supposed to be hot this week, 90's I think. How awful it is! I think I am dreading that even more then working, this evil bitter heat. Ever jealaus of winters placid chill. I have a love hate relationship with my job. Some days its brilliant! The day flies and I simply can't get enough of it.. Yet & still, Being out all day.. from 9-5, sitting. sitting, just sitting, sitting and watching, sitting and writing, sitting and reading, sitting and eating.. sit sit sit.. its those days that I dread. When a quick hour passes and upon glancing at my watch. its only been 5 minutes. Its those days! those evil dreaded sitting days. Nothing to do and I got no one to talk to. My head is screaming for company, my body aching for something - anything... please, just let this end.. I am melting, bored with myself. Its crazy.. Its all I have, bad coffee and old donuts. Its no use. Its those days that I seem to eat to much and think to little. Theres a bad taste in my mouth, powder drifts like dandruff and remenents of donuts cling to my body like an old krispy kreme.. The stale park bench burns, my back hurts, I'm sweating thru my shorts and my ice coffee's turned warm.
If only I had a book. A book.. One to fill my days and consume my time... yes. That would do it. With a book theres no need for interaction. Hell, theres no need for a world when theres a book around. Not just any book, but a good book. One I haven't read yet.. One that captures your senses and holds you hostage. One that refuses to part with your sweaty hand- lock and chain. A book, one brilliant and simple book. A bunch of words that just wont let go. One that sticks with you even after you've read it. A thinking book, a smiling book, a crying book, a mad and angry book.. A book that makes you regret reading it, so sad when it ends.. so sad that you could have continued it forever. A Book - then.. THEN that would make my day brilliant. Sitting at the park, half watching, half reading. The hours will fly and the lettuce wraps I am eating will seem like lust filled cupcakes oozing fatty goodness with chocolate gravy. With a book - yes.
That would be nice. Just me, my book and an endless world of words... a book, just one good book
