so we went...
and now I am going to go swimming.
Monday, 24 March 2008
sleeping is one of my favourite things
But apparently nobody can explain exactly why we do it. I know I 've read that scientists somewhere are trying to develop a drug that makes you not need to sleep. Or not feel like you need to at least... How horrifying. The secret reasons for sleeping that we don't quite know about, all the secret house-keeping in body and mind that I imagine goes on - what would happen to this?
I have moved from the 7th floor to the 3rd in the Nicholas Building... No sooner had I moved my things into a cluttered tumble in the corner of the space than I got a job and another job and another one and haven't been able to go in to the studio at all. I keep imagining the other occupants of the space glaring at my stuff and am scared they will want to kick me out...
The other night in my sleep I was at my studio, finally, cleaning up. It was kind of the same there as it usually is but also like a constantly shifting maze. To move around was complicated, you had to climb over fences and furniture and peer through vines. There is a kind of trolley-shelf covered in fake turf that I have been wondering what to do with. I can never seem to make it fit, anywhere, but I like it and don't want to throw it away. The other night I was on the verge of throwing it away, finally, when I looked closer. I discovered that if I unfolded it, hiding on the inside was a combined sewing-machine and radio. You pedal the sewing machine and it plays scratchy prickly music. "Oooh... lucky I didn't throw it out!" I said. Simon was there, he sat at the sewing machine and pedalled, and sang me a song.
Today is the first day I have not ABSOLUTELY had to work for a good while. But there is still work I should do, a hundred things to do, really. And cleaning, oh my god. But I can't seem to get to all that. I slept late this morning and I can't seem to shake away the feeling I am sleeping still.
Maybe I will go swimming.
I have moved from the 7th floor to the 3rd in the Nicholas Building... No sooner had I moved my things into a cluttered tumble in the corner of the space than I got a job and another job and another one and haven't been able to go in to the studio at all. I keep imagining the other occupants of the space glaring at my stuff and am scared they will want to kick me out...
The other night in my sleep I was at my studio, finally, cleaning up. It was kind of the same there as it usually is but also like a constantly shifting maze. To move around was complicated, you had to climb over fences and furniture and peer through vines. There is a kind of trolley-shelf covered in fake turf that I have been wondering what to do with. I can never seem to make it fit, anywhere, but I like it and don't want to throw it away. The other night I was on the verge of throwing it away, finally, when I looked closer. I discovered that if I unfolded it, hiding on the inside was a combined sewing-machine and radio. You pedal the sewing machine and it plays scratchy prickly music. "Oooh... lucky I didn't throw it out!" I said. Simon was there, he sat at the sewing machine and pedalled, and sang me a song.
Today is the first day I have not ABSOLUTELY had to work for a good while. But there is still work I should do, a hundred things to do, really. And cleaning, oh my god. But I can't seem to get to all that. I slept late this morning and I can't seem to shake away the feeling I am sleeping still.
Maybe I will go swimming.
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