I will eat the banana now.
Already it has faded: too yellow, a day overdue. I should've eaten it when it was firm and fragrant, tinged with green. But I cherished its perfection. I couldn't destroy it.
Now bruising appears on its flanks and it is overripe. A day away from age spots. Shall I eat the banana now? It is ugly and undesirable. I know I won't enjoy it.
I should've eaten it yesterday.
Speaking of procrastinating monkeys, I received this text today from Flatmate:
"Exciting news me and Strattie having an end of 2008 two-game thriller 5hrs per game what bliss! I'm white playing an unorthodox queen's gambit, he's pondering... tell me all about your denier in the meantime".
So much for the whoring. How better for a chess-obsessed commitmentphobic lingerie fetishist with a lot of phone credit to spend his time?
Happy New Year!