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and i'm sad in general, but i have some really great moments. like moving a big bed in a living room and watching pride and predjudice. laughing till my stomach hurts just because. like looking in a mirror and thinking, " i worked out, and i ate, and i did both of those things even though i really didn't want to and this is how i look and... and that's alright. i look good!" i mean that's progress, right? i hate to toot my own horn but this is a big achievement.
the couch is alright. i'm just waiting.
"You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place...
...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a sting of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting."
i felt myself grow a little bit taller today. is that weird? when i was walking earlier, i felt like i got just an inch taller or something. i should have measured myself i'm stupid.