Today I have declared a moratorium on freelance work. Bookstore at 3, but no opening the laptop today. No fixing comma splices (though I use them with abandon, willful hypocrite), no writing semi-polite-yet-slyly-bitchy comments ("What, exactly, does this mean? Please clarify").
Instead, I am hiding from the cold rain and staying in my jammies until the last possible moment. Caffeinating myself into inwardly frenetic oblivion. I just denuded the dry, dry Christmas tree. Now pine needles poke out from my shirt like reptilian porcupine quills.
I feel grown-up and old today, even though my jammy pants have pink and purple polka dots on them. Alone with my small tragedies and sad anniversaries, and resigned to those parts of living life.
Posted by thevieve at January 15, 2007 11:52 AM