All I could think about yesterday was some very obsessive way I had to sleep. Then how I couldn’t sleep that way but couldn’t really remember it. I think I was kind of delirious. I wouldn’t know as my illnesses don’t usually run to fevers.
The doorman who sneezes on people might have made his mark or it might have been the elevator, the one place I’m not on germ guard on. I began to think about people who will cough and/or sneeze, how confined the area is, and how people can press buttons after sneezing or coughing. I know I’m a lot of fun when sick.
I’m not usually in my bedroom during the day so I hadn’t noticed dark lines running through the newly sanded floor. This is, I hope a job, for Mr Clean erasers. As I will be damned if people take money off for things I just had redone.
I have been thinking about the post below and why I posted it when I have begun to hate controversy; and I did once believe Hillary Clinton to be a great woman.
i think the election has gone on too long and we’re a country of battle weary souls. This election really began in November 2,000 when we learned that we couldn’t trust our election system and couldn’t trust many many people for many reasons.
A part of me doesn’t care who wins as long as that person’s a Democrat and the election was done honestly.
When you ask your favorite seventeen year old why she’s jaded, not excited about anything, speaking in monosyllables etc–the same behavior you exhibited–and she gives very specific answers that you couldn’t–many having to do with this country and how it stopped being a democracy in 00, you have wonder where you have made your mistakes and what this country has come to.
She probably would be going through teenage angst anyway–but she shouldn’t be able to throw things at me that I can’t answer.
I remember how excited she was when I came to her house that night. She answered the door: “We won. Florida just came in.” Then her mother sent her to bed. I can’t imagine growing up in an America I didn’t think was a democracy. I still believe it is, underneath it all, and hope that the elections bear me out.
One comment was wonderful and I would love people to read Kristina Brooke who has me thinking about many things.