May 13th, 2005


I Need A Vacation.

My nightmares consist of: X-tra Hot Half-caf Double-tall Soy Lattes, with no foam.

And I can't see where the moon is.
The smog from Mexico's "Agricultural Fires" is blocking even the stars.

I am starting to hate PEOPLE.

And that isn't my style.

I am NOT this angry person I have become.

The last clean PJ's in my house tonight.....
were thrift store bought, Scrubs.
I pulled the top on.

With my tighty whitey's.
(little boy's underpants count as PJs in my Universe!!!)

I look in the mirror now, and all I can see:

And how did a set of New Mexico St. Luke's
Episcopal Hospital
Make it to an Austin thrift store???

(oh, just strike that from the record)

I like that they can be turned inside out.
Like socks
and underpants.

There's even a pocket on either side.

I could SO live in these things.

::looks in the mirror over her Blinky Box::


or not.......

V A C A T I O N.

Just another sky over my head.

Not the weeping guilt of everything that is happening here.
And the way my insides have turned against Me.

I'm tired of being tired.
I'm tired of being crazy.
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