Love for Sale

I don't know why I haven't cleaned the tub yet. It's not like I've been busy doing much else. It's sort of like Talking Heads's "I was born in a house with the television always on" around here this week. Max Headroom, remember? You had to put a blanket on the tv to "turn it off".

I had some fantasies of going to the good old Westmount library today. They're open until 9pm weeekdays. But my membership from the merged-city days lapsed (lapsed is better than expired, I hear) last May and do you know how it much it costs to become a member if you don't live in the fine city of Westmount, Quebec? It costs $119 a year.

If I haven't been to the library since last May, do you think I'm going to pay $119 to maybe take a book out this year? Na-uh.

Anyway, back to the original topic, it's too cold and wet to go out anyway. My TV loves me, it told me so.

PS: a search for images of "love for sale" comes up with a lot of porn... for free.