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and I know words can be the worst to prevail
how it is I feel for you it's hard for me to say
but if we keep it simple I think it's better that way
tangled words tend to lead my messages astray
~ “By & By” by Brett Dennen
My day is off to a bad start. At one minute after midnight, I was unable to sleep, attempting to ignore the sensation that only the onset of a migraine can create. I focused on typing a necessary e-mail, while lying in bed with my laptop actually in my lap. Elizabeth was curled up next to me; but, she too, was restless and kept moving about in her sleep. Finally, around 2am, my eyes succumbed to the darkness that exhaustion brings about.
Imagine my surprise at 7:55am when my dad calls me on my cell phone, asking if I am going to work. Seriously, this must stop. Half of my room has lost the electricity it once had so my alarm clock, laptop cooler, sonicare toothbrush charger, and power strip no longer function. Bloody hell. I grabbed my clothes and changed as quickly as I could. While I appreciated my sister being in the kitchen waiting with a Toaster Strudel for me, I sense that she made it for herself but was just being loving my handing it to me.
While putting in my contacts I rinsed my left one with disinfectant instead of saline, resulting in an agonizing burning in my left eye. Of course, the damn eye slammed shut, not allowing me to remove the offending lens. I sprayed my eye with saline until it opened wide enough for me to pry the contact off my injured cornea. BLOODY HELL! I then ran back downstairs to find my glasses, which were under my bed, if you care to know, and sprinted to my car, already late for work.
Leaving the housing development, I almost got hit by a soccer mom in her mini-van speeding away from her car pool duties, I am sure. The interstate traffic was relatively light; but this didn’t seem to allow me to drive fast enough to make any real difference. Running into work, I broke the strap on my shoe, which now has a safety pin holding it together. My eye is still pink and uncomfortably tingly and my hair cannot be considered “brushed” by any stretch of the imagination.
I would ask what could possibly come next – but will refrain for fear that an answer is impatiently waiting to reveal itself. I now must go to a meeting that will resemble the trial in Alice and Wonderland. I know this because each week is a new installment of absurdity.
Tomorrow I am going to a comedy club with my brother and his friends for his birthday. The headliner is a hypnotist. I would like to be one of the people hypnotized. I need the distraction!
PERSONAL NOTE: Thanks for the health tips.
CONFIDENTIAL NOTE: Solemn promises are nice. Thank you.
