waking up is hard to do

i passed out around 1am or so last night after waiting for the phone to ring. [insert bad dave pirner lyrics here] waking up is harder than ever today. i roll out of bed, feeling light-headed, hands tired. i walk to the bathroom for a long long release of fluids built up last night and step into the shower to find it's only trickling out waters, which is difficult to deal with really, when your naked and want a shower more than any one thing.

i remember the note ethey left ont he door about them turning off the water int he complex so the city could fix some mainline leak or something for most of today that i had forgotten. i am still half asleep. i seem to always be half asleep lately.

i climb out of the shower and stare at the mirror, i have a little scruff that could use a shave, but to no avail. no water, no shave. dry shaving sounds like entirely too much work. i run my fingers through my hair and get dressed feeling worn and dirty. my hair looks like, well, like i just rolled out of bed and i did. i forgive myself reality.

walking to the car i think of the beulah song i want o hear ont he way to work and trigger it up on the ipod. i am ready, grease and grime aside, for the day.

2003-10-30 | 3:40 p.m.
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