The Royal Throne

So I'm sitting on the throne and I'm thinking of what I can do today.

I can head on down to a Starbucks and lounge for hours
+ Plus: I can bring one of the many books which I always keep buying but never read. Right this moment I have in mind Alain Badiou's Infinite Thought. I can order something like a salad so I can mindlessly pick at something while looking deep in thought with my book.
- Minus: The wooden chairs are never comfortable enough and the comfortable couches look like they have never been cleaned. I would have to avoid physical skin contact with the upholstery.

It's sale season so I can go shopping and bury myself in conspicuous consumption
+ Plus: Conspicuous consumption. Shopping at a sale.
- Minus: The weekend crowd. Shopping at a sale.

I can visit the ArtScience Museum for the Dali and Van Gogh exhibitions
+ Plus: According to my colleagues who have visited it, the museum architecture is contemporary and the interior space reminds them of the Guggenheim.
- Minus: It's at Marina Bay Sands which is a chore to get to. I don't care for the casinos, have not ever and will not start. (I also refuse to call the casinos "integrated resorts." Integrated with what?)

While I continue to mull these options I start to think about putting my thoughts down on a blog. I do my best thinking in the bathroom and very often I wished I had an outlet for them. The world is overflowing with information and we are bombarded everyday with advertisement and news, much of I do not care about. Sitting on the throne today makes me want to add my own narcissistic voice to the pool, to pen down my random stream of consciousness so that like Bradley Cooper's character in Limitless someday my mind will map out a path of useful and compelling information to understand why.