Wimpy But True

I could survive for 28 seconds chained to a bunk bed with a velociraptor

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Be Careful What You Wish For

Not everything works out the way you think it will. And that, my friends, really sucks. I'm not sure I'm cut out for this after all.

Bad Poetry for a Wednesday Afternoon

I suppose I should feel guilty
Falling asleep in front of an open window,
The sun warming my feet
While unNovemberly breezes cool my face.
I suppose I should be moving
Unpacking and settling
Preparing for guests
And kids
And life.
I suppose this means I'm lazy,
This squandering of time,
While my thoughts are cloudy
And my emotions unsteady with changing history
Things I am a part of and things that pass me by.
But suppose my eyes were heavy
And the air so sweet.
And the crackle of drying, dying leaves
Was singing my name
Urging me to lay down my head
To sleep
And dream
Promising that time will slow just for me.
Just this once, I suppose.

Slow Reflexes

The move to Ohio has been on the horizon for a full month but it wasn't until today while I was cleaning out the empty apartment that it hit me. I'm not even sure what I'm sad about - all the sweet emails I've gotten from people that I've only just met? The words of friendship from those I've recently reconnected with? Those close friends who I rarely see but talk to often that will suddenly seem so much farther away? Or is it leaving the only state I've ever lived in? The fact that my family is still in Virginia? Or am I simply stressed and tired and overwhelmed with having to deal with the details of relocating all over again? I don't know. But, the melancholy keeps striking at odd moments. There are no tears, just a blanket of sadness to remind me that I'm going to miss it all no matter how much I've tried to go with the flow.

You Know It's Gotten Out Of Control

When you arrive at your home early to beat the movers so you can have time to figure out which box has the cables for your computer because you've decided you can't live without the internet for a day, you know your obsession may have gotten out of hand. In my defense (because you know I've gotta have an excuse!) my job today is to sit and watch the movers carry stuff out of the apartment. That's it. I can't help or do anything other than answer questions. Everything I own is packed...even all my books. And the only way I can stay awake through 5 or 6 hours of doing absolutely nothing is to hang out with my beloved internet. Maybe, just maybe, I'll catch up on all my unanswered email....Nah, that would be too much to expect from me :)