as i’ve grown older, i’ve found that saturdays have become increasingly precious and important to maintaining a positive psychological state. without the promise of an ever-nearing saturday, working a 40 hour week would be pretty unbearable — at least in the position i’m in this summer. (my dream, as far as careers go, is to have a job that if i don’t actively enjoy going to, i at least feel like time goes by quickly while i am working; because there’s nothing worse than having to watch the clock tick by. it’s one thing to do in a two-hour university class, which is bad enough, but doing it with a 9-hour day is a real nightmare). having the promise of pure leisure-time is vital to surviving what can essentially be seen as pure servitude. but this i’m sure isn’t news to anyone who’s worked a job that’s far less for themselves as it is for ‘the boss’.

and all the same, what do i do with my day of pure leisure? i sleep until 11 (probably the best part of saturday), i go to the bank to get quarters (for laundry), i go to the store to buy bread (i’m essentially out of food and have to make due until payday), i come home and make a mixtape and do laundry, read a little, and suddenly it’s getting close to 9pm and my precious saturday is slipping through my fingers. this is the day i look forward to all week?

without question. because i got to pick when and how and if i did any of these dumb little things, i sort of enjoy all of it on a level that work can’t really touch. unless you’re the boss, i guess, in which i certainly envy you. i’ve often pictured myself as a writer, not only because it would be incredibly cool and rewarding, but because there are no “hours”. you write when you want to write, as long as you get it done, and you sit on the couch and watch dvds or go to the movies or the beach or whatever else when you want to do those things instead of writing. if only every other occupation could work that way, i think that more people in the world would be much happier. but i bet a lot of lazy people would just stop working altogether then and nothing would get done, so thanks a lot you lazy sacks, for making my dreamworld impossible.

no, sunday isn’t as good because sunday holds with it the i-have-work-tomorrow dread. and church, if you’re extra unlucky.

[now hearing this: the flaming lips – “slow nerve action” from transmissions from the satellite heart. this cd is great, this band is amazing, and the song of the week i downloaded from cory at blackyellowblack from their upcoming album is unbelievable. boy am i looking forward to that one (yoshimi battles the pink robots if you didn’t know already).]