someday
I was planning on going to this dive bar tonight with a few friends from the slope/gardens. Its open mic tonight, but not anykind of open mic, its read your old teenage diary open mic night.
But, general apathy of all parties involved and fear of melting in the rain led me to sorting socks on my bed.
My mind had wandered* during the trivial task of matching size and colors . . . patients from today, my new green shoes arriving in the mail, if TS's train came yet . . . just kind of all over . . . and then my next thought was "I wonder what Mom is up to"
It was so jarring. Where did that come from? Is there a part of my brain removed from reality? If so, what else goes on there?
*anyone ever note how close "wandered" and "wondered" are?
posted by gordian knot @ Wednesday, May 03, 2006
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