twice today i spaced out & missed my bus-stop. once today i spaced out & barely escaped running head-on into a lightpost. & once i curled up on
mischka's sheet-stripped mattress & lost track of time with my eyes open.
at some very soon point i have to go home & take off my shoes & scrub all the floors. cinderella me.
i am almost 25 & it takes pretending-to-be-cinderella for me to get up the get-up i need to clean the house.
(when i was in fourth grade, the only way i could get myself up to do long-division homework was to pretend that i was the leader of an expedition & that i was rationing out the food for the party.)
dreading the walk home. although last night on the same walk home i saw a very small orange kitten, whom i will maybe see again today.
