Here’s a little secret: Every-night I checkout for a few hours and travel the galaxy. Most of the time I don’t get much further than the couch, except when I get up and change CD’s or put on a record, or take a leak. That’s why I’m into vinyl these days. Not only does it sound good, but a record has two short sides, which means I can get up and go wee wee more frequently. [I wonder if drinking a gallon of water during my travels because I got chronic cotton-mouth has anything to do with all the off-pissing* I’m doing?
I’m also keeping a strand of Christmas tree lights up for a while longer, maybe indefinitely. Looks co0L when the lights are out, listening to Led Zeppelin or The Stones, and maybe a candle’s lit. Makes it easy to crank your mind up into third gear, pick up some speed and blow the stink off. [A nice lava lamp would sure go nicely]. It’s amazing all the bullshit that accumulates in one’s mind. When you’re not re-living the past (my favorite past-time), you’re dreading the future. Trippy.
Anyway, it’s almost 8:00 pm, and that’s when The Wife comes out of the computer-room, and we start watching TV. Usually it’s crime dramas, but Doc Martin has become a favorite now a days. It’s also just about the time I’m done with my travels, and time to get horizontal and hope that there’s a good TV show on to put me to sleep.
* Like the term “off-loading”, I think ‘off pissing’ is a suitable term for urination, and doesn’t imply getting angry or mad (as does pissing off), but has connotations of relief and an end to suffering.