rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,

Reset Day Six

To my surprise I had dinner at something like dinnertime tonight. It was around eight o'clock, which according to George S. Kaufman and Edna Ferber's play and George Cukor's 1933 movie based on it, is when the ritzy people eat dinner. My family was working class and ate dinner only on Sunday afternoons. On weeknights we had supper, and that was at five o'clock, unless my dad had to work late.

Only later in my life did I find out that ritzy people also ate supper, but it was much later at night and was something you did after the theater or a night of clubbing, and was frequently shared with, and a prelude to sex with, someone to whom one was probably not married. Given how irregular my schedule has become I guess I could say that I've had a lot of late suppers in recent years, but sex never seems to be involved. It could be, I suppose, if I wanted to call one of those telephone numbers they used to advertise on late night cable television shows, but the thought of that never appealed to me. Plus it's expensive. I'd rather spend the money on better food for supper. My lonely late supper.

Anyway, dinner ended up being ready at around eight this evening, not through any plan but just as a random event. I made a small pot of beans, and they just got done at that time. They were not too bad, but I made a bit too much for one meal, and not enough to save any for another meal, so I ate the whole thing and now I feel stuffed. I also got them a bit too salty, which left me thirsty, so now I'm drinking some Stoly with lemonade and lemon flavored sparkling water, which is very tasty, but it is sort of re-stuffing me. Also, since I had beer with dinner, it's likely to make me sleepy, which is why I want to get the journal entry done, before I pass out.

The extra drink is not only making me sleepy, it has made me a bit more cheerful than I've been lately. Maybe I should do this more often. I'll probably be dead soon anyway, so there won't be time for me to ruin my liver. It makes a lot of sense when I think about it— at least at the moment. Of course I don't know how I'll feel about it tomorrow morning. Today I ate the last donut from the half dozen I bought last Saturday, and I don't know when I'll get more. It's been a long time since I've had a morning after without a donut to temper it. I don't know if cookies will work as well. But I guess I'll find out tomorrow. It probably won't be raining yet when I wake up, but it's supposed to rain by afternoon. I'm looking forward to it, since I can't go out anyway.

Now I'm going to wash the dishes while I'm still able to stand upright, and then eat a bit of chocolate and read for a while before I sleep. It's taking me forever to get through my current book, since I keep nodding off after a few pages. Being old is so tedious sometimes.

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