n'est pas

I start making a list of things I have run out of. I attach it to the fridge in hopes of one day becoming the sort of person who does not have to run out of a thing before remembering to get more of it. I think in order to accomplish this I need to get one of those magnetic list pads, maybe one of those snarky ones from urban outfitters that say things like SHIT I NEED TO REMEMBER or something else equally hard core. Nothing says fuck you to the man like cursing all over an appliance. I keep wasting paper from my bon bon on the go go notebook, the notebook leftover from atlanta that I can't lose even if I try, the notebook that contains half an alphabetical short story, half of my friends' addresses and half lists of things I had already run out of:
"stamps, hangers, hair bands(?)"
"ice cream, biscuits, toilet paper"
"boxes, superglue, shoe inserts"
"hair towel, shelving, av cord adapter"
"six pack of coca cola, camel turkish golds" neither of which i consume, strangely enough
"charles darwin, marie curie, napoleon bonaparte". hm..

I've been having lucid dreams that I am depressed to the point of catatonia. People are yelling things at me, people are saying you have to do this and that, I know I have things I need to do but I can hardly move. I have been falling asleep with the television on. It always has something to do with the television being on.
Here's another list:
"stop falling asleep with the television on, make more lists"

As soon as the dryer is finished doing the one thing that god put it on earth to do* I will go to the gym and then run various other errands. It's three forty six, it will be dark in an hour.


*dry