Monday Is A Useless Mess

Kage Baker was well aware that any given day can turn into a useless mess.

Or that any one of us can turn into a useless mess on any given day. Whichever has happened, it’s  happened to me today.

Couldn’t sleep – sat up and watched a movie called The Fountain, which was a vast disappointment. It implied a fantasy with Hugh Jackman in Spanish court dress,  and delivered 90 minutes of visionary confusion and survivor’s guilt. Also, a weird take on The Little Prince, if said Prince were in love with his baobab tree and drifting through the Universe trying to light a supernova in the Mayan Underworld. Also, a nice lady dies of brain cancer, which I really could have done without.

I was so depressed I stayed up the rest of the night reading about cephalopods. Which is fine – I quite like squids – but since the sun came up I have been fighting narcolepsy and falling asleep constantly. Dreaming about  superconductors in nice, bright colours like aluminum tumblers from the 1950’s, which could be bought in rolls at Ace Hardware …

So. Useless Mess Day. Today would have been a Monday in its heart of hearts even if it had not fallen on a Monday anyway. Going back to bed to estivate. Advice, Dear Readers:  Don’t watch The Fountain. Kage would have raved furiously over the disappointment …