I slept until, like, 9:40 this morning. Apparently, I was wiped out from being onsite. This almost always happens. I opened my laptop this morning to see this, which I had forgotten that I had written while leaned up against the outer wall of some airline’s “gold elite” club, sucking their free wireless signal:
The heaviness hits at the airport, or on the airplane. The feeling is compounded by a heavy, greasy dinner from under a heat lamp. I know what this will do to me, but my body demands calories. I snort at the rubber tomatoes and plastic lettuce of yesterdays salads … the ageless, preserved sushi under the blinding LEDs. I feel the bitter slap at my guts of that one final cup of coffee, timed to support the drive home after we land. I yearn for the empty calories of an ice cream cone.
I noticed this afternoon that my dress pants are worn through. Warp and weft have split at the knees. The cuffs hold on in a dotted line, but have parted for about half the circumference of my ankle. Soon, my heels will start to catch in the gap, after I forget again and hang the pants back up rather than rendering them into rags. I wonder what else I’m forgetting to throw away. What other trash I’m confusing with my nice things … and vice versa.
So yeah, I go all whiny and emo from time to time too, apparently.
Anyway, it’s raining, and I’m going to walk up to my first karate class in weeks.
–UPDATE–
GDMF: The furnace repair guy just showed up. I had totally forgotten that I had scheduled him. No karate for me, and I’m onsite again next week. I should just give back my most recent belt … I’m going to have to re-learn it anyway.
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