I’m finding there isn’t anything more difficult to wake up from than sleep. Of all kinds, really. Unconsciousness, Stupor, Apathy. They are all friends of mine, and while I’ve never been a smoker, I will make the uninformed declaration that they are just as difficult to quit. As a human being, and more specifically an American one, I feel it is my cultural duty to make at least one uninformed declaration each week. So there it is.
To make up for my lack of posts lately, I thought I would put up a couple of pictures. Because, you know, they count for like a thousand words each.
This is a little 8 page home-made notebook, apparently being held by a zombie.I made it from two pieces of printer paper folded twice and one well-placed staple. If you can’t make it out from the second photo, the columns I wrote in are “Date/Time,” “Color,” and “Consistency.”
I wrote in some bogus data from sequential days with a variety of pens and pencils, held a sweaty chocolate bar and then handled the booklet to make it seem well used, and then left it in the bathroom stall, hooked inside the seat-protector dispenser. I did that yesterday, and it is still there today. I think the cleaning lady has been in there at least twice, but didn’t throw it away. I would suspect people might not want to touch it, but I know at least one person did, because it has moved location subtly. I’m thinking of making new entries until it disappears.
Maybe if it’s still there on Monday, I’ll put an “If found please return to Dean Hale” message on the front. Then when it is delivered to me I’ll be gushingly gracious and insist on giving the person who returned it a two dollar and fifty cent reward.
