Shifts in that place wear me out in a strange way. I find myself not really tired and not really irritated, but dull somehow. Blunted. {four long weeks down the drain} Uncreative.
The monster's new bell sounds different. Slightly disconcerting, the difference in pitch makes me pay attention to the noise. I would rather be alerted to his presence every time he moves than not at all or at the expense of his comfort.
Let's be lazy.
28.6.08
begin.
One more hour.
No, 59 minutes
more.
I was supposed to go apply for the job, come home and get the resume and make up and change my dress and walk in there and really-wow-them.
I created a blog instead.
He would not be pleased. Maybe I still have time... (57 minutes) He'll ask later and if I don't go, I will lie. Or risk that tone in his voice that makes me feel like a scolded child--makes me a scolded child. I should go, but I have so much to say.
The internet will wait I suppose, it has waited this long. What's another job application and 8-hour button-pushing shift between old friends. It will have to be enough to say that I want to tell you.
(54 minutes)
No, 59 minutes
more.
I was supposed to go apply for the job, come home and get the resume and make up and change my dress and walk in there and really-wow-them.
I created a blog instead.
He would not be pleased. Maybe I still have time... (57 minutes) He'll ask later and if I don't go, I will lie. Or risk that tone in his voice that makes me feel like a scolded child--makes me a scolded child. I should go, but I have so much to say.
The internet will wait I suppose, it has waited this long. What's another job application and 8-hour button-pushing shift between old friends. It will have to be enough to say that I want to tell you.
(54 minutes)
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)
