Visions of the Self

"The carpet, too, is moving under you.
And it's all over now, Baby Blue."

Life is so funny. I'm sitting on the floor of my dining room with a faucet for a nose.

I'm thinking about how it's so annoying that everyone tries to force their social mores on everyone else. I also just peeled the protective plastic off my lap top. You, know THAT plastic, the kind that is oh so satisfying to peel off. I lasted about two months, that must be some kind of record.

I just sneezed four times in a row. More kleenex and more snot dripping out m'nose. I would rather still be in bed with S. I mean the world would keep spinning if we stayed in bed cuddling forever. Politicians would still lie and rapists would still rape if we stayed nestled in our flesh tents till we died of warmth and happiness.

*shrugs shoulders.

Last night I had one of the better nights since I've been in Chicago. Roommates and I had a fancy dinner and then we drank wine and sang and laughed around the table. This lasted late into the night, as it should have. How much better can you get a cold evening in the city? Of course everyone went back to their normal busy busy selves. Except for me. I took my time and breakfast turned into lunch. I ran into an old friend who was very happy. It made me very happy.

We talked for a long time and it made me feel good about the weather getting warm. This week was a very illuminating one for me. I don't have anyone telling me what's my next step, and maybe for the first time I'm not scared. I know that I can do this whole living thing, and I can do it on my own terms. Now only if I can stop this nose from running.

Floss your teeth ladies and gentleman. Preventative medicine is where it's at ...