| A Lazy Sunday AfternoonThe first in weeks with nothing on the schedule. This upcoming week as well -- it's been a while since I've had any space in my schedule.
Using "schedule" twice in two sentences. Mrs. Couzens would turn in her grave. If she were dead. Strange thought.
What to do on such a Sunday afternoon? The kitchen hasn't been cleaned in a while, but I majorly cleaned the rest of the apartment just last Saturday. The beautiful weather and blue skies ask if I would like to go on a run -- come, be healthy!, they say. But in my oversized sweatshirt and on my comfortable couch, I find it hard to push myself to change. Four hours until church. I should do something. Laundry?
Laundry.
So here I sit in the laundromat. The change machine is out of order again, and before me lies an Americano with a double shot and a bag of white cheddar cheese flavored popcorn -- representations of my search for quarters along Cortland Avenue. "If it weren't Sunday -------." Will my attempt at laundry be foiled? The $3 I have managed to exchange won't even buy me a single wash cycle.
Oh vending machine, you are my only remaining hope.
One dollar. Four quarters fall.
One more. Four more.
Should I risk another dollar? Flashbacks of this very machine swallowing my five dollar bill come crowding into my mind.
One dollar. Four quarters come tumbling down.
My voyage for productivity on a Sunday afternoon has been granted permission to continue. |
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| i like watching my heart beat. |
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| replay.
staring, my eyesight blurs and it all swirls up around
photography by ivan lo
be okay, please. |
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| i fly a lot.
i am a silver elite worldperks member with northwest
today i got free upgrades to first class on my flights back to chicago from sfo
yaaaaay |
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