Writing

Usually going back and reading things I wrote years ago induces vomiting for me. But last night, as I was planning my poetry unit for my Sophomores, I went back and took a look at some things, "poems" if you will, that I'd saved; and I have to say, they were not that bad. Actually made me wish I had stuck to the writing thing. Oh well.

Late Work

I am hungrier than usual in this early afternoon, and will therefore consume untainted peanut butter and an apple ahead of its time. I am currently unsure how this ripple in the day's normal course of events may disrupt the path of our collective lives, so brace yourself. If, all of a sudden, your car breaks down on a large bridge with a tendancy to sway in the wind and if that breakdown causes you to miss a crucial job interview and that missed job interview results in your continued unemployment, which causes your husband/wife to no longer look at you as a pillar of strength and stability and instead you are now viewed as a worm a leach a burden and you can't stand it any more you just can't stand it but there's nothing you can do and you wake up one morning to find your husband/wife has become a note, a piece of paper on a pillow with "i'm sorry" written in a hurry and you are never the same again you age and turn grey alone, you keep a journal on those bedsheets you woke in and your house and health disintegrate until you are forgotten and inside. If that happens, blame the apple. If you find some cash today, you're welcome.