Ow. Dear Universe,
So. The last two weeks have been some of the highest highs, lowest lows and weirdest ow weirds of my life. Lives hanging in the balance. Rapists lurking in the parking lot. Ow. Broken limbs. Dissent in the ranks. Attempts to rise above. Atempts to rise against. Waiting on pins and needles. A pathetic “first” and a once-in-a-lifetime “first”. And a really, really really great first. That was the art show. That was awesome. But, ow. Crashing after that in a heap of sick. A bizarre opportunity, a life-changing email. Ow. For all this I’m pretty darm joyous. But for real Universe, if you could puhleeze make this sick go away I’d be much better off. I have big plans. Ow. To do more stuff to thank you for later. But really, stop boxing my ears, k?
I don’t do “sick” too gracefully, do I?
Le sigh.