counting the hours thing again. what does that mean. every so often i pause in whatever i’m engaged in and count how many hours i have left until i have to be wherever it is i have to be. four until i go to the arts & crafts job. what’s that all about? i remember doing that when i first moved to New York more than 20 years ago, have i been doing it always? or just at certain times. who knows. (still four.)
OT has recommended a book and i duly went out and got it. boy, am i resistant to this one. not because i’m resistant to its concept, but the author! he seems like a complete flake.
What’s the title? so I may share your unease. The same thing happens when my brother recommends movies to me. I never know if they’ll be quirky but profound, like Big Fish, or stupid, like 10 Things I Hate About You.