how could they know just what this message means
the end of my hopes, the end of all my dreams

inconveniences
suffering from a headache and a swollen throat. I'm in the in between stages of getting sick. also, i have bug bites from walking in the grass barefoot, and my excema is acting up from the heat. all this is making me quick tempered and annoyed.

today
it really felt like a summer day from my youth. the slight breeze, and the smell of sunblock that greased my skin. there wasn't much to think about except swimming, r.l. stine books, brady bunch re-runs, and orange colored popsicles. this is also when the smell of gardenias radiated from my backyard, and when i thought microwaving ravioli was a culinary feat. i compared all this to my life today, and the thought of reduction is omnipotent

also,
several iconic deaths this past week (michael jackson, farrah fawcett, bill mays, etc) and although i write this like an afterthought, i'm slightly in shock.

one more thing
my playwriting instructor from ucsb and i reconnected recently, and her statement of "...hope you're still writing" felt shocking. it reminded of a time when all i wanted to do was write.

and, all this heat
reminds me of oklahoma