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Fretful Rubbings

  • Aug. 16th, 2005 at 1:17 AM
"I'm almost too tired to move," I said. I wasn't so much sitting in my chair as I was melted over it.

"Long week," the Muse said. "For the both of us." She was laying on her back on the sofa, her legs over the arm, her feet against my chair. I rubbed her ankles idly. "We need another vacation already."

"People are already trying to get me back on the road, Muse. Miranda wants me to move to Chicago, Eliot wants me in Orlando, Belle wants me in St. Louis..."

She closed her eyes. "Well, what do you want, baby? That's what's important right now."

I slid my hands down her ankles and began rubbing her feet, right one first. "I have no idea. I feel like I need to go on a retreat or something. Figure out what I'm doing with myself. With my life. With any luck, I've got another thirty-six years to go. It would be a shame to waste them."

"The toes," the Muse mumbled. "Rub the toes." I did, and she groaned softly before continuing. "You've said yourself to other people that nothing is ever wasted. So you might not write the Great American Novel. So what? Who cares? Is that a problem? Don't think so. Other toes. Keep rubbing. God, yes..."

"I'm not thinking about wasting them on things, Muse. I'm thinking about wasting away myself."

"Unless you get TB, that's not going to happen, dummy." She made a soft purring sound as I ran my fingers between her last two toes, a very sensitive Muse spot. "You don't have any problems."

"I have nothing but problems, Muse."

"Like what? Finding a place to live? There's always somewhere to live. If it comes down to it, you've got friends or family who will put you up. The fact that you hate your job? Find another one. Jobs are just a way to make money, and there's always more money around. They print more of it every day. Love... health... happiness... all of these things come, and then they go, and then they come back again. That's how life works. Great big circles, looping around. You ought to know this by now, Mister Buddha." She pulled her one foot back and slid the other into my hands. "'There is no solution because there is no problem.' A little Marcel Duchamp for you there. Feel your horizons being broadened yet?"

"You're not supposed to be the one to cheer me up, Muse," I said. "I'm the one who does that for everyone else."

She lifted her foot from my hands and pressed her big toe forward against my nose. "Even Santa needs someone to bring him a present from time to time. Now finish me off!" she exclaimed, slapping her foot back down against the chair. "I demand a happy ending! Happy ending!" She lowered her voice and closed her eyes again. "Happy endings for both of us," she said dreamily.



_linwe_ wrote:
Aug. 16th, 2005 05:18 am (UTC)
Happy endings are most definatly a good thing.

Let's have a group retreat at that.
king_cool_paul wrote:
Aug. 16th, 2005 05:21 am (UTC)
I'm with the happy endings idea. Let's all shoot for them, dammit. Life is good.

And definitely a group retreat. Maybe we can get all of our friends here to take the same week off, and we'll all go camping. In hotels. With showers. And beds.

Yep. That's camping to me.
_linwe_ wrote:
Aug. 16th, 2005 05:27 am (UTC)
I'm not sleeping on those beds. I'll bring a tent and pitch that sob.
king_cool_paul wrote:
Aug. 16th, 2005 05:30 am (UTC)
I am SO not making a tent-pitching joke where the Muse could overhear it.

She's so filthy, I'm sure she'd turn it into something.
_linwe_ wrote:
Aug. 16th, 2005 05:32 am (UTC)

I'm sure everything is dirty with her around.

Smutterer that she is.
king_cool_paul wrote:
Aug. 16th, 2005 05:34 am (UTC)
Pig. A total, total pig. Come up and meet her. I'm sure she'd take to you. Snark is one of her things.
_linwe_ wrote:
Aug. 16th, 2005 05:35 am (UTC)
I might be able to outsnark her on a good day.

Only if she was sick. I could get her sick and outsnark her!
king_cool_paul wrote:
Aug. 16th, 2005 05:37 am (UTC)
It would be a good trick... but I think you could manage. You're awfully good at it.
_linwe_ wrote:
Aug. 16th, 2005 05:39 am (UTC)
I'm sick now, so I'll freeze a used tissue and unleash the sickness.

It's such a plan.
king_cool_paul wrote:
Aug. 16th, 2005 04:00 pm (UTC)
Flu-Bug _linwe_, that's you.

Least you're cute. That's always something.
_linwe_ wrote:
Aug. 17th, 2005 02:37 am (UTC)
Yeah, I think I'll stop being cute all the time and cut it back to Tuesdays and Thursdays.
king_cool_paul wrote:
Aug. 17th, 2005 04:30 am (UTC)
I dunno... if you don't let it out the rest of the week, too, it might get too powerful, and you'd jump from cute to hot.

Be careful.
_linwe_ wrote:
Aug. 17th, 2005 04:32 am (UTC)
I think I'll try it. A little jumping would be good.
king_cool_paul wrote:
Aug. 17th, 2005 04:33 am (UTC)
Jump up and down. We boys would like to watch that. And some of the girls, too, come to think of it.
_linwe_ wrote:
Aug. 17th, 2005 04:35 am (UTC)
Do I smell bacon?

I think I do.
king_cool_paul wrote:
Aug. 17th, 2005 04:36 am (UTC)
I don't know why that made me laugh, but it did. Also, it made me want some bacon.
_linwe_ wrote:
Aug. 17th, 2005 04:38 am (UTC)
You must be more sick than usual.

king_cool_paul wrote:
Aug. 17th, 2005 04:42 am (UTC)
_linwe_ wrote:
Aug. 17th, 2005 04:48 am (UTC)
Just as we feared ,doctor.
king_cool_paul wrote:
Aug. 17th, 2005 04:49 am (UTC)
astragali wrote:
Aug. 16th, 2005 05:52 am (UTC)
Goodness. I used to think I would decide what to do with my life, but then I figured out that all I really wanted was to be happy. Everything else takes care of itself.

Figure out what "happy" means to you at the most fundamental level, and start moving towards it.
king_cool_paul wrote:
Aug. 16th, 2005 02:30 pm (UTC)
I'm working on it, I'm working on it.


Pushy dame ;)
astragali wrote:
Aug. 16th, 2005 03:52 pm (UTC)
Figure out something that you really like to do. Spend fifteen minutes or half an hour or however much time you can comfortably spend doing it, every day, without fail. Like eating well and sleeping enough, it's a good way to take care of yourself and to remind yourself that you have value.
king_cool_paul wrote:
Aug. 16th, 2005 03:54 pm (UTC)
Let me find an apartment first, so I have someplace to store the bodies. Can't just leave them laying around the house here... people might wonder about the smell.

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