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Sunday, November 30, 2003

A recipe for a not-so-bad Sunday

Start preparing on Saturday night. Invite friends over. Cook lots of food, so you can save some for the next day. Eat, drink and be merry. If possible, avoid argument with friend about going out/staying out. If not, at least try to make up. Go to bed and read until you can't keep your eyes open anymore.

Wake up, wondering what the hell you'd been dreaming about again. Sleepily analyse it while stumbling to kitchen. Make breakfast and coffee, take them back to bed. Read some more (it works better if you've just reached the best part of the book) until you're totally fed up with your laziness. It is important that you DO NOT get out of bed any earlier than that, not even a minute.

Check email; congratulate self for not having done that earlier. Have shower, laze around a bit more. Clean kitchen. Feel hungry. Take aforementioned food out of fridge, heat up. Make some fresh rice/pasta/something to go with it. Pour self a glass of wine (which should be left over from the previous night too). Light candle on table and play nice, cosy but cheerful music (editor's choise: the last Wandula record). Have food, finish off wine. Put washing in washing machine.

Realise it's raining. Go out to make sure your house is not going to flood this time. Get wet. Worry a little. Be happy when rain stops. Receive phonecall, and soon afterwards visit from aforementioned friend. Clean kitchen. Make pineapple pizza. Clean kitchen. Eat pineapple pizza, drink tea. Chat to friends on internet. Tell friend in real life off for playing with annoying, new, posh mobile phone.

Tidy html of page in archive, so you don't feel too bad about not getting anything new done. Find cd with long forgotten mp3s. Play quiet, sad, old-fashioned indiepop songs while you get sleepy and everything feels like a dream. Enjoy feeling immensly. Remember what the Cat's Miaow remind you of. Tell friend story about it. Think of what the Field Mice remind you of. Stay quiet about it. Say goodnight to friends. Take washing out of washing machine. Play songs from aforementioned cd.

Fall in love with song you hadn't quite noticed before (editor's choise: Embassy - Boxcar). Put it on repeat while hanging laundry. Turn radiator on for clothes to dry. Feel like you're in a sauna. Keep playing song on repeat. Sing along, preferably to the line 'we're split up in two, just like my favourite tune.' Smile.

Sleepily write a pile of nonsense for charming strangers to read. Smile a bit more, then go to bed.

Don't forget the alarm.

Posted by Dimitra Daisy