Wake up and get to work. Break only for a light lunch or at the urging of your bowels. When it gets dark, drink and fuck.
Or lay in. Molest yourself a few times. Open up the Times to the crossword, yell towards the basement “GOOD ONE, WILLY!” (You should have Will Shortz gagged and bound down there, obviously.) Doodle a bit. Sand some scrap wood. Improvise weaponry. Cultivate grudges. Ruin the carpeting. Breed recklessly. Foster confusion. Nap like the wind.
Or meditate. Buddhism is always an option for the middle-class, college-educated White. Get a mantra, do some tantra.
You could go back to school. Or stay in school. Hell, shoot one up. You could do something involving school, that’s the point here.
It’s not too late to go pro. Trust me on this one; don’t listen to the haters. It’s not too late to go pro.
Do whatever you want, but it’s later than you think.
Title of this blog post to be sung to the same rhythm as “This Train”
The Works and Days; TotD style!
Everything OK, ToTD? Sending thoughts of peace.
Everything OK, ToTD? Sending thoughts of peace …
Also, in the spirit of a carbonated beverage teaching the world to sing, I think Don Draper would’ve loved “Get a mantra, do some tantra, when you’re finished, grab a Fanta!”
Enough banter.
“Enough banta, grab a Fanta”
Kahn is looming particularly …. loomingly? In this shot he might as wel be Lee Van Cleef in The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly.