Thursday, September 20, 2007

a new world/holds me to a promise

I could really go for a game of "Donkey Says, Donkey Does."

I have not been this angry for a long time, and (besides me not wanting to talk about it) I accidentally took it out on the managing director.

I've never felt so disconnected to friends back home, to those at work, and to my own brain.

I've been terrorized, in a bizarre way, by a constant scent of pancake syrup in the same section of the Rotunda all week long. Is someone above us cooking? Did they spill something on the carpet Sunday morning and it was never cleaned up? Am I hallucinating sweet sugary goodness? (This is somehow the least of my problems, I would guess.)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

maybe someone had a hazelnut candel.