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Quisiera ser un pez

Man, I never seem not to have a cold or some such something. My head feels like a balloon that's been rubbed on one too many heads and stuck to the wall and then sort of lost some of its air and the skin is all sort of wrinkly and limp from being slightly deflated.

I've been on autopilot just zooming through the past two weeks of school and all the crazy personality crap and major personnel upheavals and people being bitchy and absent and otherwise disengaged from one another and their jobs and the purpose at hand. I am too fuzzed out to care that I'm indifferent to the fact that there are a million and one things I could do better and am not but I just want to get done and rest and start fresh next year - with better plans, and the energy and focus and centeredness to carry them out - and hopefully less people futzing around with my space, cluttering my way.

That's the hope. Hope springs eternal when the sun is shining and the wind keeps blowing the shades against the window - suck - bang - float ... suck - bang - float ... and the air is close and the landlord hasn't put in the air conditioner in and there is a pile of dishes in the sink and I can't breathe through my nose and the decongestant is making me feel twitchy yet cotton-mouthy and focus is a distant hello of a possibility and I've needed to file my nails for over a week and when on earth am I gonna have the time to get my EXISTENCE ORGANIZED!???!!!

That is all. Carry on.

M

Comments

Kristiana said…
I know, I know... I'm like that even with the cant quite breathe but not with the balloon head. cant wait for summer eh?
1:04 am
mayim said…
I'm sayin'!!
8:02 am
Murph said…
On the up side, the school year should be over before you finish your double habenero omlette and sixpack of negra modello ;)

Hope you feel better soon.
9:08 am
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