let's take a few moments to let that sink in. i now have my room back, but now that it's clean, i miss the tornado effect that brian has whenever he moves into a room. the receipt of a quick email has told us he is in amsterdamn. hopefully he is doing well there.
but, yes, i woke up this morning with a strong stomach ache, and waves upon waves of pain sort of shot through my abdomen as i drifted in and out of sleep. i went in to work late, needless to say, around 11ish. i think i'll leave early. i've never been this sick in such a concentrated period of time. quite strange.
lucia's game night is tonight. she told me she is making gumbo. yummy. hopefully i'll be both awake and well to eat. i really hope so.
all in all, this is not the best morning. but it'll get better. i think i'll just finish up what i'm doing here, then head home. before i left this morning, i rearranged and cleaned my room. it feels more spacinous now. i need my bed. over and out. i feel right now like i'm caught in some impressionist painting - things are blurred.
actually, i'll leave you with a poem i wrote once that sort of gives you an idea where my head is right now.
a sunrise of green shadows
a bush jumped out into the sky,
flew onto an airplane and said,
"well hello there, if i were a kangaroo,
i would be a labrador"
suit of a man that once thought that
his hat could be built of rain
puddles and little puppies that like
to dance in pools of fleece and spindle.
to speak to him with those sad eyes
of an undernourished little koala child
that drapes itself in curtains of flower
patterns and eats stalks of halibut.
every time, and we let it chew on
the slippers that had taken its place
as the comfort in our lives - but let’s
ask it one more time to transform
that we can point at to say "see
this is something that i can hold on
to, this is something that if i tell it to
jump into a plane, it will leap to
had seen from the first, but we
had tricked ourselves into thinking
that we knew better - defy us then,
and plant a shrub if you must.


