dear chapin please unpack the boxes while i'm at work.
Originally uploaded by emdot.
but mostly i am a big simmering pot of exhaustion stew.
so exhausted that my brain is filled with both malls, my lips are cracked because i can never remember to drink water, my hair is drier than normal and i have small cuts on all appendages (shakes cut fist in the direction of evil cut-inducing packing boxes).
anyway: brain, retired. eyes, heavy. body = often sighing. i sigh as if i am atlas himself with his big ball of world weighing heavy on his shoulders. and with that, i think i will put myself to bed and hold a magazine up to my face and pretend that my eyes and brain can coordinate enough to read words.