"They" Have Done It Again

Originally Posted Sunday, November 3, 2013

They've done it again.  They've fucked with the time.  I got up at 6:30 only to find it was 5:30.  When my mother comes to dinner at six, it will be dark.  My friend will want brunch at one which will be two, so I'll be eating twice in a short window of time.  Why don't they just change the numbers, have four come before three, or, more apropos, seven before six.  Then they could sell new clocks every time they decided to change.  It would be great for the economy. 

Who is the "they" I'm speaking of?  It is difficult to say.  They have secret courts and are spying on you as you read this now.  Some of them are funded by the Koch Bros.  They are insidious like German Cock Roaches.  Koch Roaches. 

All I know is that "they" aren't me.  Nature will not be fooled. 

I have been so tired lately that all the things I plan do not get done.  The rain came and kept me inside yesterday, and it was welcomed.  I loved the grayness and the quietude.  Eventually I went to breakfast in the afternoon and paid the rent on my studio, ran the new printer so that it would be healthy, then went to the grocery store and bought conditioner and light bulbs (and a couple of pastries for this morning, too).  Then I got take out Thai and came home to watch some recorded shows.  Even that didn't work out.  I watched something on one of the channels I pay for that I don't watch (one of the plethora of HBO/Cinemax things).  I watch it out of sloth, that is all.  I didn't think I could pay sufficient attention to the show I'd been planning on, "Boardwalk Empire."  "The Mavericks," I think it was called, a hideous movie about a boy who wants to surf the big one.  Pure schmaltz.  I watched it through the end.  It reminded me of how slothful I have become, though, through illness and disease and physical injury, and I was determined to get back to my more physical, outdoor self.  Before movie's end I was on the floor stretching and doing pushups and twisting myself into forgotten yoga positions. 

Then they changed the fucking time.  I was going to ride my bicycle this morning, I told myself.  Now I am thinking of going back to bed.  After the pecan ring, perhaps.