This is it, the null week of summer, the therapist's vacation, the day in which all goals are revealed to be empty, the end of meals and the endless snack, the day that reveals that the point is pointless. There is absolutely nothing to do and nowhere to go, so don't do anything. Buy yourself something pointless, like a sandwich or a pet or a trinket. Read half a book and then put it down forever. Certainly don't get dressed.
Monday, August 26th, 2013