David Mack, "Kabuki: Dreams"
This is part ten of a 25-part story about Hawaii. The story begins here. Part five is located here. Other parts you'll have to find yourself. So there.
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Ow.
Oh Christ, my legs don’t work.
After that hike (detailed in the last two entries), it feels like I’m never going to move again. I certainly don’t want to. In fact, we don’t, only occasionally getting up to refuel off of junk food. I utilize the fact that my father’s water heater seems to be unending, and soak in the tub several times. I invite The Girlfriend to join me, but she glares involuntarily at the thought of having to position her body in any position that might prove uncomfortable.
Since I’m the one that caused this discomfort, I don’t press the thought.
Today’s obviously going to be a total washout. That’s okay. I can use it to wash out the stiffness in my joints.
I can read during this time as well. Going through ten books in four days may seem like quite a bit of progress, but I know that I have much longer books coming up on my list. In addition, in three days we’ll be living at campgrounds, so my reading time will stop at 7:00 p.m. as they’ll be no lights to read by.
So I take this book in the bath with me, as it’s obvious that I won’t be joined by The Girlfriend. Soaking for my third time of the day, I wondered how much work of Dave McKean this author had studied before he decided to rip him off.
I woke up later, after I had accidentally slipped underneath the water. As I sat up spluttering, I decided he must have looked at a lot.
Ow.
