This morning I woke up to terrible stomach pains. It was as if I had consumed a large bag of candy whole. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling but I dealt with it. I began to think about the origin of this pain. It could be psychosomatic but I prefer to believe that it’s related to the very obvious mosquito bite that I received yesterday evening while passing through a block party. How the mosquito bite and my stomach pains are related is a story best left untold lol. Anyway, to make myself feel better I’ve decided to use today as a day to do things that I put off until I have “time”. Time is one of those things when you have it you take advantage of it but not in the most advantageous way. When you have a lot of it, you spend it luxuriously doing nothing much at all and when there is not much time you rush through all the things you should have been doing when you had too much time. Sooo on my to-do list for the day is the following:
- Shower
- Watch “Where The Wild Things Are” for the first time
- Eat/Drink a smoothie
That’s it. My list in its entirety. I admit it’s not much in the way of a list. (I already made my disclaimer about my limited skills when it comes to lists so don’t judge me.) But it’s mine and that counts for something. The most important thing is that I will be watching a movie that I’ve always wanted to see but never did for reasons I cannot explain except I didn’t have time. I have the book here in my possession.
I remember buying it from Barnes and Noble one day when I had too much time on my hands. I also had a burning question in my mind, “Where are the wild things?” I read it in like 120 seconds and I remember feeling cheated. I never read this book as a child. I’m pretty sure my mother never read it to me either. I felt cheated because reading it for the first time as an adult takes away all the wonderment and imagination of it all. In addition to that, all the annoying people who had read the book as a child asked me questions like, “Don’t you remember when…?” No, actually I don’t/can’t remember… and providing me with a bunch of details that I don’t know how they remembered is not making me remember anything. For some reason though, I feel like I am going to thoroughly enjoy the movie but we’ll see…
Confessions of a Thinkaholic 