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a nattering of scattergories
Jul. 7th, 2007 04:37 pmI was nervous about the reading tonight. Then I went and got a case of sunstroke. Now I'm fine. Dizzy, but fine. I'm still going to the reading, o yes. I wouldn't give up the opportunity to read while under the influence of a radiantly swollen scalp.
It's not the most productive day in the history of me. They don't all have to be productive days, but I've kind of lost track of what it feels like to enjoy that rather than be uneasy, as though I'd forgotten to hammer boards over the windows in the face of an immanent zombie attack.
Actually -- great movie opening. Person waking up, dizzy, having possibly fainted. Muttering "Must have sunstroke or something..." wandering through house, not noticing boards, etc. piled around. Shafts of benign sunlight drifting in the windows. Stillness. Birdsong. Pours a glass of water at the sink. Birdsong abruptly stops. Goes to window to peer out. Zombie arm smashes through.
Etc.
The sun is singing me outside, but I just can't.
I seem to have attained the age at which one must begin to wear a hat everywhere in summer. I have a crumpled hobo-hat I got on Commercial Drive, and a couple of baseball caps (one marked with a T, one with flames). These are all good in their way, but I think I need a hat hat. Not a fedora. A fat man can't wear a fedora. Everyone would expect me to be able to play an instrument.
{rf}
It's not the most productive day in the history of me. They don't all have to be productive days, but I've kind of lost track of what it feels like to enjoy that rather than be uneasy, as though I'd forgotten to hammer boards over the windows in the face of an immanent zombie attack.
Actually -- great movie opening. Person waking up, dizzy, having possibly fainted. Muttering "Must have sunstroke or something..." wandering through house, not noticing boards, etc. piled around. Shafts of benign sunlight drifting in the windows. Stillness. Birdsong. Pours a glass of water at the sink. Birdsong abruptly stops. Goes to window to peer out. Zombie arm smashes through.
Etc.
The sun is singing me outside, but I just can't.
I seem to have attained the age at which one must begin to wear a hat everywhere in summer. I have a crumpled hobo-hat I got on Commercial Drive, and a couple of baseball caps (one marked with a T, one with flames). These are all good in their way, but I think I need a hat hat. Not a fedora. A fat man can't wear a fedora. Everyone would expect me to be able to play an instrument.
{rf}
