Thursday, June 25, 2009

Static wig.

Things are sweaty.
That is how I would describe most aspects of my life right now, right down to the baby.
All day I am covered in a thin layer of sweat, grime and responsibility that makes life generally uncomfortable.
Then I come home to an avacado-less house and I think
"this is not my beautiful life"
I make the boy his omelette and keep moving I guess.

I must be vigilant.
I must not forget to tend the fire.
But it is a lonely job right now.


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