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next Had to go down to Berkeley to take Frank to his driving school appointment in Oakland. On the way back home, I'm thinking and thinking (because I'm by myself in a quiet place for more than 2 minutes) and my creative juices start flowing and I get all excited and I practically run in the door to get to the computer to write down my ideas but first I check my e-mail because I am dutiful and riddled by guilt and sure enough all hell has broken loose at work, everybody and their brother needs to hear from me, I get on the phone and it never ends and the next thing I know, it's time to pick up the kids, because I feel guilty if I impose them for too long on my mother and sister, etc etc etc until I get damn sick at heart. I really need to get my life on a short leash. I am so tired of having a bullshit existence. I convince myself I have a little corner of the day staked out and then it's all over, like a trick done with mirrors. prev archive next 0 comments random |