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Oct. 17th, 2006 06:44 pmThe perfect rainy day.
Earlier, someone caught me standing at the edge of the office porch with my face turned up against the sky, catching the rain in my face.
What are you doing?
Enjoying myself.
Last night, I laughed so long and so hard that my sides hurt and my head began to ache. This was during a discussion concerning the merits of human beatboxing. I had made the declaration that the worst news could be broken to me with nary an eyelash batted if someone were to beatbox right before.
Lately, I've been laughing a lot for too long and far too loudly. It makes me forget the the nearness of November and the tightness in my chest. I constantly sway back and forth between unflappable exuberance and numbing desolation. Honestly, I can't say which one wins the fight more often.
This afternoon, I was outside smoking a cigarette when a little spider dropped down on its silk right in front of my face. One minute, empty space. The next, wee spider hanging there. Normally, a surprise visit like this would leave me cowering under the bench and whimpering. Spiders, whom I enjoy from a distance, are generally not welcome when they drop in for a wee chat so quickly and with no warning. This one was tiny and such a break in my day, that I smiled and puffed a little breath at it, to see it swing out in an arc slowly and then climb back up its thin rope.
Earlier, someone caught me standing at the edge of the office porch with my face turned up against the sky, catching the rain in my face.
What are you doing?
Enjoying myself.
Last night, I laughed so long and so hard that my sides hurt and my head began to ache. This was during a discussion concerning the merits of human beatboxing. I had made the declaration that the worst news could be broken to me with nary an eyelash batted if someone were to beatbox right before.
Lately, I've been laughing a lot for too long and far too loudly. It makes me forget the the nearness of November and the tightness in my chest. I constantly sway back and forth between unflappable exuberance and numbing desolation. Honestly, I can't say which one wins the fight more often.
This afternoon, I was outside smoking a cigarette when a little spider dropped down on its silk right in front of my face. One minute, empty space. The next, wee spider hanging there. Normally, a surprise visit like this would leave me cowering under the bench and whimpering. Spiders, whom I enjoy from a distance, are generally not welcome when they drop in for a wee chat so quickly and with no warning. This one was tiny and such a break in my day, that I smiled and puffed a little breath at it, to see it swing out in an arc slowly and then climb back up its thin rope.