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saturday night i was carrying a milk crate down jamie's front steps. in it were matthew's slide projector and a tray of images, and i started to worry i'd fall. it was dark, and i've developed a big fear of falling down stairs since i heard some program on the radio about it when i was little. i took the steps one foot at a time, never getting to optimistic about the idea that i wouldn't trip and break matthew's stuff and die. it was dark. my efforts were nullified by my missing the last step before the landing. the crate landed right side up and everything was fine. i, however, had landed on my foot and twisted my ankle. i laid there like a baby until i called for jamie, feeling like a grandma who'd slipped in the shower. i went to jamie's big dj guesting at the hipster claustrophobia dome, wanting to die and getting lasciviously drunken 2 am stares that i couldn't hide from since i was afraid i'd whither if i abandoned my seat.
fast forward to today. jamie and i decide to go out to breakfast. at the end of our meal, jamie's phone rings, and it's an organization in washington dc whom he's been waiting to hear back from about a year-long position. he ran outside to answer, and i was left to ponder being alone and boring. he didn't get it. so disappointedly we return to the car 45 minutes later. i also have an irrational fear of my car being towed, and i've walked by it multiple times only to have a heart attack when i can't find it three blocks too far. one block too early, i exclaimed, "where's my car?!" only to realize i was overreacting. we made it to the correct block where my car should have been staring at us from the corner. it wasn't there. i called city tow to no avail. i hobbled six blocks away to the police station, where it was confirmed to have been stolen.
i've been walking around today occasionally reminding myself that i should stop daydreaming and start paying attention to the streets, since my car could theoretically be parked right next to me. i've been trying to decide what i'd do if that happened - take out the cds i bought the day before and the bag with my dirty laundry and knitting book and run? drive away? set it on fire so i can get insurance money? i'm not sure. but if you see a 1987 toyota cressida with peeling gray paint around town, please break in and give it back. or, if it's filled with urine, please take the plates so i can be free.
fast forward to today. jamie and i decide to go out to breakfast. at the end of our meal, jamie's phone rings, and it's an organization in washington dc whom he's been waiting to hear back from about a year-long position. he ran outside to answer, and i was left to ponder being alone and boring. he didn't get it. so disappointedly we return to the car 45 minutes later. i also have an irrational fear of my car being towed, and i've walked by it multiple times only to have a heart attack when i can't find it three blocks too far. one block too early, i exclaimed, "where's my car?!" only to realize i was overreacting. we made it to the correct block where my car should have been staring at us from the corner. it wasn't there. i called city tow to no avail. i hobbled six blocks away to the police station, where it was confirmed to have been stolen.
i've been walking around today occasionally reminding myself that i should stop daydreaming and start paying attention to the streets, since my car could theoretically be parked right next to me. i've been trying to decide what i'd do if that happened - take out the cds i bought the day before and the bag with my dirty laundry and knitting book and run? drive away? set it on fire so i can get insurance money? i'm not sure. but if you see a 1987 toyota cressida with peeling gray paint around town, please break in and give it back. or, if it's filled with urine, please take the plates so i can be free.