mischka's glasses broke & he enlisted me to be his Seeing Eye Ricka, to walk a couple blocks with him to the
optometrist's to help him pick out new frames. it was all very chic-chic & i sat in the window feeling self-conscious. but i
like being asked to make Important Decisions About Aesthetics, damn it. (i like to sit back & look at things. i got my degree in sitting back & looking at things.)
and now look at me i am just like everybody else
it wasn't enough just to sit in the chic-chic optometrist's & feel self-conscious about my own appearance. eventually i began to feel self-conscious about my apartment, especially this little back corner, this little studio. do i have the energy to stay back here all afternoon|evening cleaning it? or do i have only the drive to sit in bed all day re-reading harry potter at the last minute?
