so, having survived something pretty desperate and fatigue-inducing (just to think of it!), i'd like to recount last week's mishaps to you. actually, it wasn't so much mishaps as just a general huge blockage of feces that i had to pass... high concentration, very impacted, narrow sphincter of time. you know the feeling.
let's see... i had the usual stuff, which nowadays means student teaching (4th graders in a resource room, teaching language arts and math), acupoints class, friday clinic, miscellaneous appointments... superimposed upon this was my observed lesson, my lesson unit plan, and the dreaded thesis. i'd finished my single interview, and slowly transcribed it across the span of a couple of nights. i had to at the very least take a good shot at the results chapter, so that i could present it on saturday... oh yeah, let's not forget taxes (which encountered the obstacles of a missing turbotax cd, a downed desktop computer)... anyways, it's been a nonstop blur of taking care of responsibilities... it all having ended on a still-busy sunday, the return to the normalcy of things today (monday) seemed disappointing and anti- anti- climactic...
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"are you fresh? are you sweet? are you strung out by the wrists?"
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wife is currently watching twilight. kids are to bed. i am thankful for them, even as i have to ignore them to do my work. time moves quickly, kids grow so fast, I am growing fast... everything... holding on to stalks of grass in the middle of a hurricane.
love is the faith that holds today to tomorrow. the world will turn, dizzyingly, but love holds everything in its inertial place... everything in its right place.
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i intend, after all of this is over, to write the stories that i intended to write so long ago. i intend to hunt that fantasy and kill it, stab it to the paper, and use its blood for ink... a dream that isn't hunted, isn't known.
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