Mal is long and lean and (Good grief, I sound like a George Jones song…) and makes everything look effortless. Marie is like a little Tasmanian devil. She moves faster than any non-Olympian has a right to move and she laughs the whole time she does it. Me, I just make weird faces and hurt
Monthly Archives: March 2008
A friend of mine told me to go to bed an hour early. Use that time to read. It’ll help you relax. Only reading never helps me relax because I get too excited. I spent Friday afternoon at Borders. I picked up “CRANFORD” by Elizabeth Gaskell. It’s a tiny little thing and I had to
I spent all day drinking coffee and eating nothing, then came home to Burger King at midnight. I don’t know if it was the hour or the not quite food but just after I fell asleep I fell down the rabbit hole. And that’s about as close as I can come to describing the dream
When or how I knew is still something of a mystery because it all came at once and with such force, the way knowing sometimes does, I wasn’t sure I knew at all. I looked at the napkin, yellowed with age the same shade as Sarah’s skin; and at the silverware, Edwardian and platinum; and
We were in Iaeger at The Hollywood Dairy Bar. A diner-type joint on the shoulder of Route 52 in McDowell County, West Virginia. Pa was talking about hot dogs and how ‘you can’t beat ’em at this price’ when a red pickup drove by. “Me and him,” Pa pointed at the passing truck, “We was
I got up at 4:45 yesterday morning to go to the gym. Alyssa, my trainer, completely kicked my butt. At one point I had to take five and head to The Ladies because I thought ‘I’m either gonna pass out, or puke, and neither of those will look good on this carpet.’ I had to
“Because of the Anagrams dispute it has been decided to devote the rest of this space to a page specially written for people who like figures of speech, for the not a few fans of litotes, and those with no small interest in meiosis, for the infinite millions of hyperbole-lovers, for those fond of hypallage,
I haven’t blogged much this week because the monitor makes my face hurt. I’m obliged to attach myself to it for five hours, most days, but more than that I haven’t the heart for. Sinuses are causing the left side of my face to divorce the right. I’ve grown a whole new wrinkle this month
