put me in your dry dreams
put me in your wet
if you haven't yet
About 13 hours into this little 'job' and my mind starts fluttering around. Nothing to keep it tethered to reality as I slowly make my way through another window. Sanding, cleaning, painting, scraping, re-painting, cleaning, repeat. I have about 28 little black flies buzzing around my head, landing on my eyelashes, checking out my nostrils to see if I have any boogers up there. And I start to think about how these flies represent all of the little lies that I've told throughout my life. Little annoyances because I remember them. Well, most of them.
But they're in my head and these ideas fly into the annoying spots every once in a while. Just long enough for the thought, the moment, to be drawn in my head. And I sit in a chair at dinner and the conversation swells around me. I can't hear their voices because I'm stuck wondering about how and why I did what I did back then. If I hadn't, would I still have all of these flies buzzing around my head right now?
Who can see them? If a stranger walked by could he see the lies that I've told as easy as he can see the cloud of flies in my face? Can he read them on my face. Can you?
Sure, some of you know more than others. Can you see the big flies? The ones that feel like a fist when the wind blows their approach off a little and they come careening into my temple.
Right. So this is what happens when you work for 15 hours straight breathing paint fumes. No wonder I didn't really sleep last night. But the job is done, and my mind seems to have rebounded and I'm in a particularly good mood about the approaching few days. Oriana and I are driving up to San Luis on Friday. It's been almost 4 days since I've seen her last and I'm starting to get all weepy. I'm not actually to tears yet, but it will be fantastic to see her and go on another little trip with her.
After San Luis we're going to Santa Cruz to see Brendan before he leaves for Europe and eventually we'll make it up to San Francisco to see Laura and Cheryl.
But that's neither here nor there. You want to know more about the crazy thoughts I had up at the cabin. You want to know that I was thinking about J's bachelor party and wondering why the movie 'Old School' never addressed the bachelor party that Frank must have had. Was the party as good as the other parties they threw later in the movie? I mean, would Vince Vaughn's character have stood for a mediocre party?
I really don't want answers to these questions. Just voicing a fraction of the strange shit that went through my head yesterday and today.
Oh, and I got an email about J's bachelor party that said that we're booked to go to Vegas. I don't want to go to Vegas. Can I skip out of this? I feel like a dick, but I really don't want to go. There are so many other things I'd rather do. Like eat ice cream.
But they're in my head and these ideas fly into the annoying spots every once in a while. Just long enough for the thought, the moment, to be drawn in my head. And I sit in a chair at dinner and the conversation swells around me. I can't hear their voices because I'm stuck wondering about how and why I did what I did back then. If I hadn't, would I still have all of these flies buzzing around my head right now?
Who can see them? If a stranger walked by could he see the lies that I've told as easy as he can see the cloud of flies in my face? Can he read them on my face. Can you?
Sure, some of you know more than others. Can you see the big flies? The ones that feel like a fist when the wind blows their approach off a little and they come careening into my temple.
Right. So this is what happens when you work for 15 hours straight breathing paint fumes. No wonder I didn't really sleep last night. But the job is done, and my mind seems to have rebounded and I'm in a particularly good mood about the approaching few days. Oriana and I are driving up to San Luis on Friday. It's been almost 4 days since I've seen her last and I'm starting to get all weepy. I'm not actually to tears yet, but it will be fantastic to see her and go on another little trip with her.
After San Luis we're going to Santa Cruz to see Brendan before he leaves for Europe and eventually we'll make it up to San Francisco to see Laura and Cheryl.
But that's neither here nor there. You want to know more about the crazy thoughts I had up at the cabin. You want to know that I was thinking about J's bachelor party and wondering why the movie 'Old School' never addressed the bachelor party that Frank must have had. Was the party as good as the other parties they threw later in the movie? I mean, would Vince Vaughn's character have stood for a mediocre party?
I really don't want answers to these questions. Just voicing a fraction of the strange shit that went through my head yesterday and today.
Oh, and I got an email about J's bachelor party that said that we're booked to go to Vegas. I don't want to go to Vegas. Can I skip out of this? I feel like a dick, but I really don't want to go. There are so many other things I'd rather do. Like eat ice cream.
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