Since becoming a member of the Jean-Paul...

Since becoming a member of the Jean-Paul Sartre Memorial Club (our motto is “Being: There’s Nothing to It”), it’s become awfully hard to get up in the morning.

Life, death, love? C’est l’absurde!

Our house is stripped of all furniture and accouterments, because these things have no reason to exist.

We have no reason to exist.

Even the thought that we have no reason to exist has no reason to exist.

So writing these few, pitiable words is futile.

You can see why it would be tough to get out of bed in the morning, if we had a bed. We didn’t even sleep. Sleep is for fools who think there’s a reason to get up in the morning.

But we must do our Sartre semantics exercise. We pick a word and repeat it over and over again until it becomes nonsense.

Today’s word is job. Once is enough.

C’est l’absurde!

Granted, life seems to have some meaning when you can listen to the Caribbean pop rhythms of “The Untouchables” tonight beginning at 7:30 at the Santa Monica Pier.

And how bad can it be when St. John’s Hospital and Health Center is providing immunizations for polio, diphtheria, tetanus, measles and mumps from 10 a.m. to noon Saturday at St. Anne’s School, 2017 Colorado Ave., Santa Monica?

Perhaps there are reasons to go on.

We would dress, but we threw all our clothes out. Shame? C’est l’absurde!

There’s nothing left in our closet but a pair of swim trunks, which we can wear to the second annual Great Beach Challenge being sponsored by K-Earth radio for the recreational athlete at 8 a.m. Saturday, just north of the Santa Monica Pier.