Thursday, April 8, 2010

Why do they make yoohoo?

Yesterday the poetry reading went well. Both Josh and Robert attended and suffered through it with me (if suffering is wallowing in hilarity), and I wore my favorite dress.

And pops is fine. Here I go again with Every Minute by Sara Groves. But that's not possible.

Another long long day has passed, and my body is protesting everything today. Eh. No emails or itchy bras or sweating or planning. I need to turn off the internal blender and relax.

God I should just get myself to the gym and answer all my emails and clean my desk and do a few loads of laundry and write out everything in my mind until it's stripped bare and paint every canvas red and black and run with the dogs and read Jazz and do math homework.

The blender is always on go.

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