like a bullet through a flock of doves...i hope i've lost my fear of falling.
just like my clock radio and answering machine, my life sort of re-set itself automatically. usually, i'd have to fix these things right after they lost power. however, i tried something different, and not entirely on purpose. i just let it be. eventually, the ship righted itself. the clocks stopped blinking. albeit, they displayed the wrong time. though, time is just another constraint. numbers dictate how we move and where we move. it doesn't make sense. this time the numbers were at my mercy. i don't want to call it care-free because being care-free is being idealistic and being idealistic isn't being realistic and people who are overly-idealistic are usually pumping my gas or flipping my burgers. things aren't looking "up." they're just not looking "down." maybe, i'm too distracted with myself. although, thankfully, maybe i'm not. something isn't neccissarily going right. and something isn't neccissarily going wrong.
on tuesday, i was wearing sandals and tripped while carrying a chair up to my car. three hours later, i had 7 stitches in the bottom of my left big toe.
today is stafford's show with the early november at montclair state.
i hope no one steps on my toe.
