Thursday, March 18, 2004
keeping it up.
i heard someone gushing today about being in the second month of one of those relationships that makes your life make more sense than it did. and i just wanted to say, it's not not like that anymore. i still occasionally cannot believe that something like the monkey happened to me, and i still swoon. just this morning, he did a striptease in the living room in which his inexpertly cast-off pajamas became large cloth sausages which eventually throttled him. i watched in amazement. there are times that my life is a movie.
or rather, there are still times that my life is the movie i like. but those moments occur almost always at home. i know that's not enough, and if there were any danger of my not knowing that it wasn't enough, the monkey's near constant stream of well-deserved professional success would be lifting the hems of my eyelids, saying peekaboo, you. remember what you always wanted?
in deference to the good things in my life, i called The Doctor today. if i had insurance, it'd be a simpler set of calls, but even so, i'll get it done. i'm tired, though. it's harder to do it when you're tired.
or rather, there are still times that my life is the movie i like. but those moments occur almost always at home. i know that's not enough, and if there were any danger of my not knowing that it wasn't enough, the monkey's near constant stream of well-deserved professional success would be lifting the hems of my eyelids, saying peekaboo, you. remember what you always wanted?
in deference to the good things in my life, i called The Doctor today. if i had insurance, it'd be a simpler set of calls, but even so, i'll get it done. i'm tired, though. it's harder to do it when you're tired.
