Friday, March 19, 2010
I have never been as clumsy as I was this week, and I am very clumsy. My car with the dozen unwashed nescaffe cups looks like a kitchen sink. I wasn't sure if I should look in the car trunk or under the bed to find any of my jackets. The worst part was that I left the house with a short sleeve shirt on a rainy cold day and wore a wool jacket from the trunk when it was hot as hell. I felt regret twice, once for saying what I was not supposed to and once for not saying anything when I had to speak up. I was sleepy exactly when I needed my six senses and stayed awake when even bats were sleeping. The good part was that I felt relieved. It was like opening the "f*** it, so what" door and discovering the lightness of being.