*tap tap*
Is this thing on?
Last night I wasn’t able to publish.
On monday I got a
On monday I got a call at work from a stranger. Stranger still, that person was from Drive 105, and they gave me a pair of tickets to see Moby tonight at the Roy Wilkins in St. Paul. Needless to say, that’s where I’m headed.
Today, the entire city is
Today, the entire city is a black-lagoon. I am merely one scaly creature, slithering my way down Interstate 394. The sky is some kind of oppressive black curtain that doesn’t quite touch the white fuzzy line of the horizon.
But somehow this has only served to brighten my spirits. Either that, or the pendulum of my manic-depression has swooshed onto the manic end of the spectrum–and I’m just at the mercy of various self-created brain-altering chemicals tinting this ugly day a brighter shade of pleasant…
Either way, it’s a good day, but still too early.
I got a parking ticket
I got a parking ticket this morning.
My eyes are sticky-rice and Tabasco sauce.
Things are moving in slow-mo.
Broken English is only one reminder
that we are a diverse and interesting populous.
I have no original thoughts.
I am crushed in a swamp
of self-deprecating desolation.
There is a car door
There is a car door open in my head with that annoying *ping* sound repeating indefinitely.
Suddenly I feel like some kind of imposter walking into work today. I don’t belong here, obviously, but at home too–Laura cleaned and the entire apartment is foreign. It was (and still is) one of those “how did I get here?” moments. What the hell am I doing here?
Excuse me, all my neurons
Excuse me, all my neurons are not firing today.
I’m burping pad-thai.
I’m printing emails again. Saw MIIB last night for free. It was ok.
Small sentences are good.