many times, before i blog, i feel caffeine jitters and hence feel creative as well. more mellow this afternoon, i'm feeling slightly still hungry, sleeeeepy, and cool. ed down. hmm, what have i done? singulary experiences, i will attempt to romanticize here:
like this one, last night, screaming, maybe or maybe not. did i? with tears, and that anger feeling that i tell myself is okay until it might just start feeling good. that would not be healthy. just be angry at the anger, sad at the sadness, happy at the happy.ness. did you catch that other blog? i deleted it, and quick. last night, again, i found a deserted baby in a deserted car. carried her up a few flights of stairs and when i let her out of my sight for two seconds, some one placed her in the sink; she was happy there, splashing and clean.
for a week i had nearly constant notable experiences. like what? lying on a beach, sandy legs, fresh water, maybe, smelling a little like a turtle habitat. did i care? did anyone? who am i to complain about spending hours getting freckles, swallowing a few tsps of water while trying to impress somebody with my handstand?
i get so bored, sometimes. now.
