Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Out on the curb in front of my house, there's a busted-up charcoal aquarium filter, a gently used condom, and a wrapper that helpfully identifies the offending raincoat as a "magnum." I'd imagine this is all historically correct, somehow. Otherwise the neighborhood association would be down on that curb like a ton of bricks.
Leah and I used to play this game in college, "If the rapture came and the poor sinners we left behind looked for clues to what we were doing in our final moments, what would they decide?" I'm loathe to speculate on whatever the neighbors must have been doing before they were carried aloft.
I got so distracted after writing those two paragraphs that half an hour passed. I was supposed to use that time for cleaning my home, but instead, I stared into space and read the blogs of others. Then the summer dog came home, and he was so excited to be here that he bit me. He doesn't mean anything by it.
I'm sleepy: go figure. Last night's portion of the study was less comfortable than the night before. I'm also pretty sure that I'm not going to reimburse for the couple of cabs I took to get there and back a few times before, so the MTA came through for me this morning, but not before I left the hospital grounds in the wrong direction and walked far, far out of my way. I was taking a route that seemed right and natural, but later I realized that it was how I'd walked in on the fateful day I went to screen for the study and had to walk the last half hour of the trip because I ran out of cabfare and had no way to get more. Also, it was 6:30 AM, and people had been shoving things in my nose all night, then coming in and expressing hurt feelings and puzzlement when these things didn't stay in place and had to be re-jammed and re-taped. Perhaps it was passive-aggression that made them rip the tape off with such gusto this morning. They call me Eudora Welty. posted by Frenz | 7/13/2005 04:34:00 PM
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