Sunday 22 May 2016

#152 Fireflies

Friday 17 May. 9am. I was on my way to work. "Maybe if I watch one episode of House of Cards first thing, as soon as I get in and then turn the laptop off, I won't carry on binge-watching it later when I should be going to sleep" I thought. 

The idea didn't seem very exciting. Last night I'd tried watching it at my desk instead of on the sofa, to see if, once I got tired, I'd more naturally become less comfortable, close the lid and go to bed. It hadn't worked.

One of the partners at work had recently told us that his favourite book was The Art of War, the ancient Chinese military guide, which had been translated and picked up by leaders the world over. I wanted to get my hands on it. I felt that if I made Netflix seasons my enemy and planned the tactics carefully enough, I just might win the battle and be able to watch them in moderation. 

I looked up the Wikipedia entry for the book and read its description. "The text stresses that war is a very grave matter for the state and must not be commenced without due consideration." That didn't sound too appealing. I wonder what the most famous book on diplomacy is.

Luisa suggested that I was making myself tired on purpose. I told her that I thought it seemed unlikely, adding that at least I wasn't consciously aware that it was likely. I've been caveating levels of consciousness a lot lately.

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