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It is very rare for me to feel at one with the universe as I am now.
It's probably the cold medicine.
Whatever it is, I'm going to enjoy it. It's a very peaceful feeling. Like watching your favorite movie only underwater.
I might even have to use one of those emoticons. Where is the "ethereal" lemon? Probably not sticking around here. If I were an ethereal lemon I certainly wouldn't. I'd be off in some cloud that looked vaguely like a tree. That is where you'd find me if I were an ethereal lemon.
But I'm not either.
This weekend is drawing to a close. I've done nothing out of the ordinary besides doing nothing out of the ordinary. I feel a bit frayed. Some of my friends at work are going to Las Vegas. I was invited. I declined, telling them that I was planning on going to visit Oregon with a friend for a research project. They looked at me like I was a fool.
I don't think I'm ready to go to another large city. I'm already a little more sensitive to Phoenix. This is a different kind of city, a half-baked kind of city. This is a city that gives the impression that it wants to be left alone, like the unshaven guy in the corner of the bar staring intently into his gin and tonic.
New York is a city that wants you for it's own. I imagined I felt tendrils of mist tugging at my sleeve and caressing my cheek. Are you trying to seduce me, City? You could, you know...
But I left you and now you are scorned. I felt your wrath as my plane let go of the Earth and bore me westward. I am unworthy of it. Dinner and dancing and an empty bed in the morning is exactly what I promised you.
Now I'm alone and you're alone and the only satisfaction either of us has is the knowledge that the other was wrong to do so.
Cue the lemon...
It's probably the cold medicine.
Whatever it is, I'm going to enjoy it. It's a very peaceful feeling. Like watching your favorite movie only underwater.
I might even have to use one of those emoticons. Where is the "ethereal" lemon? Probably not sticking around here. If I were an ethereal lemon I certainly wouldn't. I'd be off in some cloud that looked vaguely like a tree. That is where you'd find me if I were an ethereal lemon.
But I'm not either.
This weekend is drawing to a close. I've done nothing out of the ordinary besides doing nothing out of the ordinary. I feel a bit frayed. Some of my friends at work are going to Las Vegas. I was invited. I declined, telling them that I was planning on going to visit Oregon with a friend for a research project. They looked at me like I was a fool.
I don't think I'm ready to go to another large city. I'm already a little more sensitive to Phoenix. This is a different kind of city, a half-baked kind of city. This is a city that gives the impression that it wants to be left alone, like the unshaven guy in the corner of the bar staring intently into his gin and tonic.
New York is a city that wants you for it's own. I imagined I felt tendrils of mist tugging at my sleeve and caressing my cheek. Are you trying to seduce me, City? You could, you know...
But I left you and now you are scorned. I felt your wrath as my plane let go of the Earth and bore me westward. I am unworthy of it. Dinner and dancing and an empty bed in the morning is exactly what I promised you.
Now I'm alone and you're alone and the only satisfaction either of us has is the knowledge that the other was wrong to do so.
Cue the lemon...