January 7, 2013

  • It's time for me to get back to the thick of things...the normalcy of not what once was but what once was before that. I am sitting here with the last issue of newsweek and it looks desolate and lame. I put a ribbon around Steffi's neck for a while and watched her stumble around with it and then took it off. I wonder how she would look with a fancy collar and/or if she would ever forgive me if I got her one. I am deeply deeply horribly in love. I don't care. It is making me look like an idiot most days. Other days it might make me look pretty. It is the kind of unraveling love that makes you reminisce about every moment you've ever loved anybody in your life. There are a lot of those moments in one's life, I am sure. It is just stuck in my brain like gobs of melty cheese rotting on the pan underneath the last pizza slice. I am unable to function in the proper ways. I am unable to close my mind around the idea of any of it. I am a lost dog on the side of the road. I am unable to configure.