September 4, 2007
I filled my days between appointments with useless plans that seemed urgent. GO TO CO-OP FOR VEGGIES. MAIL NETFLIX. GYM PASS WHERE? It’s all written on my hand as a reminder, the dorsal surface serving as a parchment to my age-inappropriate Hello Kitty Glitter Pen. I have an overwhelming sense of accomplishment as I check-off the items; these are noble tasks, right? The Classic Rock station serves as background hum as I drive from task to task. “Nobody knows where it comes, and where it goes, and I know everybody says you got to lose to know.” Sing with me.