I watched the cheddar on my bagel bubble and brown through the door of the toaster oven tonight and thought, {i feel ya, pal}.
It wasn't a bad day. Nothing {happened}. No particular thing made me do it, but I cried. While sitting and thinking of the bajillions of things I wanted to do with this peaceful quiet part of the day. But I couldn't move. My body refused. My brain laughed in the face of my creative spirit, a sort of {i dare you}. If it necessitated a brain cell, it was out.
So this is what I have left. Fingers. Keys. The simplest of connections possible. Letters in words in an order that may or may not make sense.
As my mom would say, {too pooped to pop}.
* aren't those pointy parentheses prettier than quotation marks? i'm onto something.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
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*hugs*
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