case for a paperless world

one of these is not like the other.




one of these fingers has a papercut under the cuticle.

one of these fingers bled for longer than most green day songs.

one of these fingers stung so much that I locked myself in the bathroom and cried at work (which I've only ever done twice-- once after my first car accident in my work's parking lot which was no big deal but I was 19 and stupid and I think the adrenaline got to me, and then once when I found out my hours were being cut at my home pharmacy because I thought I made someone mad and I realized how new and clueless I would seem to anyone else).

one of these fingers caused me to contemplate the unfairness of life and the complexity of human suffering.

one of these fingers showed me how big of a wuss I am-- there are people out there with broken clavicles or trapped under earthquake rubble or whatever.

one of these fingers should just knock it off. shut the hell up already, and get on with it.

summer day 61

I am convinced that my body conspires against my brain in al all-out war to see who really rules me. yes, I realize this is crazy. but let me explain.

you see, last night I dreamed about chasing someone through crunchy snow in a giant unsteady pirate ship as the wind bit my cheeks. I woke up shivering. and then I threw up.

and then I dreamed about somewhere dark and I woke up clawing at a bump on my neck. and then I threw up.

so was I dreaming, brain? or body, were you cold and motion-sick? because I still have the bump and a queasy stomach. and questions.

summer day 28

I've been trying really hard to eat better--minus my two diet cheat days and the sorbet last night. but today reminds me of the alluring smell and taste of fried chicken....

my favorite salads were recalled after e.coli contamination. and the lean cuisine I bought for lunch today was expired--which I had already consumed before noticing the date (of course). this is why dieting just sucks.

subliminal advertising?

Basically, I need to get back to work, but I thought I'd share this, because I'm a crazy crazy dork: I am incessantly coughing and am trying to mentally stop this involuntary bodily function in time for my 101 class tomorrow (how awkward can it be when your teacher is turning red, sweating, and hacking up a lung while trying to suck on cough drops and drink water while still coughing. . .) when a Vicks commercial appeared magically on T.V. Little green upside-down pyramids dropped to earth and comforted little rosy-cheeked children tucked into bed. I can wish, can't I?