Gretel in Her New Catbed
Writing makes my ankles hurt. Running makes my neck hurt. EJG has a mysterious arm injury that only hurts him when he's resting. I'm tired when I'm awake and when I should be sleeping I lay with eyes as big as hubcaps, recounting the "to do" that should have been done. Yet, the clock rings in the morning and we punch in. We show up.
This is what it is to be a responsible, grown-up human being. And I guess it's important to be a good human being, because I've already selected the next position for my reincarnation. I wanna' be like Gretel.
0 comments:
Post a Comment