& the week ends on a low...
All week I've been down. In a fog. I imagine it may have something to do with the weather. The past two days I've had moments of clarity, and this evening felt something akin to absolute bliss. (Four packages + 2 Christmas Cards will do that to you, especially when 2 packages are shoes.)
On my way home from the store, I'm singing happily along to Beyonce's "Single Ladies" (shutthefuckup) and then I see it when it's too close to stop-- the flash of white and long tail, so close to my headlights. Then I feel the double thump.
I sit in the car hyperventilating down 17th street, with one hand over my mouth. At approximately the Alumni Center, I break in to tears. I'm only about 6 blocks from home, but I'm not sure I can make it the rest of the way because I'm bawling.
I hit a possum.
On my way home from the store, I'm singing happily along to Beyonce's "Single Ladies" (shutthefuckup) and then I see it when it's too close to stop-- the flash of white and long tail, so close to my headlights. Then I feel the double thump.
I sit in the car hyperventilating down 17th street, with one hand over my mouth. At approximately the Alumni Center, I break in to tears. I'm only about 6 blocks from home, but I'm not sure I can make it the rest of the way because I'm bawling.
I hit a possum.