Wednesday, October 29, 2014

i am in a state of mind where what i do best is cross days off my calendar. this provides satisfaction, despite the fact that i am counting down to nothing.

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it's funny how clothes are just clothes when they are in your closet, but suddenly become laundry when they are placed in a wicker basket. nothing else changes so rapidly from one spot to another.

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why do i wake up every morning at 5 now? am i getting old? should i slice bananas into Muesli and check my blood pressure?

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Wednesday is the worst day of the week, not least of all because people refer to it as 'hump day'.

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I am in a bump vortex, my fall only interrupted by periodic hits of fluttery excitement.