Friday, April 22, 2011

Holy Week

I have so much I want to write about this week and this quarter and my life and the nonsense that is going on inside my head all the time, but I don't have words.  I'm sitting on the floor of my bedroom, in front of these mirrors I've been staring in since I was eight.  Rocking out to the National, I'm surrounded by books and manuscripts and notes and planners and prayer beads and cat hair.

I am in so far over my head this quarter.  Drowning has never been quite so delightful.
Because this is what I meant when I was talking to the you who lives in my head on the way up the hill, when I was speaking aloud and the girl walking behind me probably now thinks that a basket case lives in her building...

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