i’m tired tonight. long day i guess. woke up early and worked out the ol’ legs. squats, presses, curls, raises. up. down. one. two. rinse. repeat. and me oh my, is that smell coming from me? my sweat glands: conduits of curry. but i can’t say it wasn’t worth it: last night’s spiced chickpeas were divine! then into town to meet Tim at the Tate Modern. we tried to ride the slides but get this: tickets required. what is this conspiracy of queues? a queue for the ticket. a queue for the slide.
london: city of inefficiency.
so what was supposed to be a fun ride turned out to be a major pain in the ass and the wait was over an hour so eff it. we diverted to the gift shop and were inspired by all the books. how about we go to charing cross road and look at some more books? ok!
it was a bit of a hike to covent garden, but a marvelous walk. i was lost for the most part, so followed Tim’s nose towards our destination. he led us through the offices were all of the lawyers and barristers work, somewhere between Fleet Street and Victoria Embankment. this is the London of my dreams: big beautiful OLD buildings surrounding picturesque courtyards with trees and fountains and benches, narrow passages leading to more courtyards and secret pubs, old men in suits, offices where people toiled over piles of papers and books and important looking documents, fascinating and surreal scenes that don’t seem to exist in the “real” London of fish and chips and beer cans and Tesco.
we never made it to the book shops because we wanted coffee and snacks. and then it was time to go home. this led to another walk, and a bus ride, and another walk. it’s so great to live in a city where i get to walk everywhere and go to museums but why does it tire me so? am i actually burning more calories while i’m in a museum? sometimes i wish the halls of museums were lined with water stations like the ones at running races, where volunteers hold out cups of cold refreshing water for passer-bys. a few words of encouragement wouldn’t hurt: “keep it up! just one room to go!” “yes, all of the old broken pottery is supposed to look the same!” “mind the Rosetta Stone, it’s a doozy!”
so my battery’s dying but i really want to get something done tonight. create something. or learn something new. but i’m exhausted! but rather than give up and settle in with my book or a movie, i’m sitting in front of my computer like a boob. why this reluctance to throw in the towel of productivity and enjoy the rest of my evening doing something which requires only as much energy as i have available? aimlessly reading things on the internet will not re-energize me. this obsession with “getting things done” is making a mockery of my free time! and i’m not even working at the moment! all my time is free time. and everyone knows that girls just wanna have fun. so on with it! amen.
fyi: current reading is Ironfire by David Ball, an “epic novel of love and war”. So far, so hard to put down. I wouldn’t normally read a book set in the 16th century about religious wars and sea battles and sultans and knights and slaves, but I thank my mom for the recommendation: this story is addictive!
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